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posted by noahnstar1616
-The अगला Day-
I peeked from behind the left corner of the school and saw Cameron carrying Mercury's book towards the school entrance. Perfect. I turned to Zoey and Francine, who were right behind me. "I'm ready. How do I look ?" I had on the outfit Francine picked out for me and the makeup Zoey put on me yesterday. My hair was in a french braid, courtesy of Zoey's mom.

"Beautiful", कहा Francine.

"I'm jealous", कहा Zoey.

"Thanks." I turned back to look at Cameron, who had probably forgot something because he was walking back to his car. "Wish me luck." I rushed towards Cameron. "Hey."

"Hey." He did a double take. "What happened to you?"

"Just trying a different look. Now that we're now dating anymore-"

"About that", Cameron began.

"Yeah?" My face lit up.

"Cameron!" Mercury came over to us. My face dimmed. "Did आप get my-" She looked me up and down. "I see someone's trying the slutty look." She smiled an evil smile.

She's one to talk. I examined her गुलाबी mini-skirt and गुलाबी baby tee.

"Mercury!" Cameron looked at me apologetically. "Let's go." He and Mercury left.

I went back over to Francine and Zoey.

"How'd it go", they asked in unison.

"Let's just go inside." I turned to walk towards the entrance of the school. "I'm freezing my नितंब, गधा off out here."

-Later That Day-
After returning home, I told Grandma I was going for a bike ride. Though it didn't matter since Gram wasn't speaking to me.

I rode my bike through town and noticed the moon. Full. I then rode into the swamp, unexpectedly of course. My nails turned to claws, my skin turned pale green, my outfit turned into a white gown, my hair turned into seaweed. My bike hit a loose पेड़ root and I went flying into the mucky, swamp water. "Gross!" I got up. The water was up to my knees. The pond was right below the moon.

All of a sudden the water began glowing. It
want a lighter shade of pale green, almost white. The water began bubbling. I looked around to see who was causing this. Then I saw it. The thing that turned my life into crap.

The sea witch that scratched me.

I tried to run to her, but the water was too thick. Then I felt a wave push me toward her. Am I doing that? Once I got close enough,
I touched her shoulder.

She quickly turned to face me, her eyes glowing red, and hissed at me.

I screamed and fell into the water. When I got back up, she was gone. The water turned back to normal. "Where did she go?" I managed to get out of the pond and made it back to my bike. I started walking back out of the swamp. Then something struck me in the back of the head. I blacked out.


When I woke up, I was tied up in a chair. I looked around and saw I was in a log cabin. The आग in the fireplace was making the केबिन warm. So warm that began to sweat. I slipped out of the ropes and got up. I began walking to the door.

"Where are आप going?"

I turned and saw the sea witch standing द्वारा an old stove. "You." I walked up to her. "You did this to me!"

"What are आप talking about?" She was cooking something in the oven.

"You turned me into a sea witch! Remember, I was the girl with the camera. आप scratched me!"

She frowned. "Oh yeah, sorry about that."

"Sorry? You're sorry?" I was in disbelief.

"Yes. आप were in my personal अंतरिक्ष and I got angry." She took some meat out of the oven. "Are आप hungry?"

"No." I walked back to the door.

"Stay!" Her voice was different. It was low and growl-y. She grabbed my shoulders and dragged me to the little wooden तालिका, टेबल in the corner of house. "Eat!" She went to get a plate of meat and set it before me. "Eat!"

I took a tiny piece of meat and ate. I gasped. "It taste like a cream cheese and जेली bagel!"
Prologue
The wind was howling like भेड़िया in the night, and Will sat shivering in his post. The बुर्ज on which he sat overlooked a tall rock ledge that sloped into the ocean.
“Why do I get this bloody post.” he कहा to himself. The air was so cold up there that it sank right into your bones. Even though Will had dressed as warmly as he could with a thick woolen cloak, he could still feel the icy fingers creeping up his back. The आग in the brazier barely helped either.
“Nothing as always.” he कहा as he looked out to the edge of the sea. He had taken to talking to himself when he...
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1 being the best 10 the worst
These पुस्तकें are great for summer पढ़ना I can honestly say that anyone that reads them will want to read them again.

10. Deacula द्वारा Bram Stoker
9. The Hobbit द्वारा Tolken
8. I'm the king of the गढ़, महल द्वारा Susan Hill
7. 1984 द्वारा George Orwell
6. The secret diary of Adrian तिल द्वारा Sue Townsend
5. Pride and prejudice द्वारा Jane Austine
4. Jane Eyre द्वारा चालट, चार्लोट, शेर्लोट Bronte
3. Lord of the Flies द्वारा William Golding
2. The curious incident of the dog in the nighttime द्वारा Mark Haddon
1 Rebecca द्वारा Daphne du Maurier
posted by ejenk1025
Chapter 2

I pull into the driveway of the cafe. I look into my rear view mirror. I look good. (Laugh) I get out of the car then fix my clothes. I'm ready. Just be yourself. Ok. I'm walking in. Don't fall. Don't fall .. He sees me. Just walk up to him.

"Hey."
"Hey. Glad आप could make it." कहा Lucas
"I'm glad आप could make it, too."
"Well. I work here so..." कहा Lucas
"You work here? Cool."
"Yeah. This is actually my mom's cafe. Let me introduce you." कहा Lucas
"Oh goody." I कहा nervously

Good impression. Good impression. Good impression.

"Mom, this is Brooke. Brooke, my mom." कहा Lucas
"Pleasure...
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posted by alicia386
Chapter Five

Mason met Olivia at his प्रिय restaurant. It was a perfect दिन for a रात का खाना date. The sun was shinny, the clouds were extra white, and the घास seemed greener then ever. If only she knew that this was a रात का खाना date. He signed the last autograph for today as Olivia sat across from him at their round table. Her hair was curly and in a ponytail. Then she wore a red dress with a thick, black बेल्ट in the middle. His सेकंड impression of her was still the same, gorgeous. This तारीख, दिनांक was going pretty well but Cassidy dresses better. Mainly because Cassidy is rich but he didn't want to...
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posted by alicia386
Chapter Four

Olivia was extra busy today. Today was the first दिन of the movie shoot for Hourglass. Before they could even start recording the movie, the would have to check up on everything. The wardrobe had to perfect. The scenes had to be accurately planned out. Then they had to make sure that all of the camera crew was positioned. Olivia wouldn't be able to receive the permits until tomorrow. So they couldn't start filming until then. She followed closely behind Mason as he did the daily check up.

Mason went straight towards wardrobe and the outfit choices. The outfit for Charlotte's arrival...
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Remembering is just an invention of the mind,
So आप need not try to remember something,
आप remember it automatically.
Which is the best thing that आप could have.

The good times that we had...
It is placed in a portion of your mind.
The bad times that we had...
It is placed in the other part of your mind.

आप try to forget all of the bad things that happened,
But it is not possible.
It is stuck in you.
The bad things are painted in ink on your heart.

The good things, आप try to remember.
And they stay.
They never go.
Never leave you.

Remembering is just an invention of the mind.
And, well...I guess I'm happy for that.
So I can remember every friend I've had,
Every boyfriend,
And all the good times.
Every memory will never leave my heart.
They will never be forsaken.
Never.
posted by Problematic129
*Poem I wrote for a class project on the holocaust.
DON'T COPY*
Different in ways they couldn't control
Killed for reasons we do not know
Ranging from ages young to old
The innocent people were taken from homes
Soulless people did not care
That the Jewish were in despair
Concentration camps ending their screams
Breaking apart their families
Not once did they do anything wrong
They opened their mouths and sang a sad song
Years went द्वारा and और pain came
Until on one very special day
As one we all saved
The survivors of the Holocaust
Stan, the young donkey, was wandering sadly around the barn. He seemed hopeless and wounded and had no desire to speak to any of his fellow donkeys; even talking to his father was not appealing to him that exact moment. In fact, he was feeling ashamed of having a donkey father. He was ashamed of being a donkey altogether.
As the moon and stars scattered across the dark, blue sky, Stan decided he no longer to wander. He needed some solution, he needed reassurance, and only his grandfather seemed appropriate for that particular job.
Grandpa Roger was sleeping peacefully in the barn. He had become...
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Bane’s POV

I laid in the grass, watching the clouds. I was beginning to dose off, right before sleep took me, a body pounced on me. I groaned, and looked up. A shaggy haired boy was sitting on my chest, giggling. My best friend, Christian.
    “Get off!” I yelled rolling over. He slid off me.
    “Party pooper,” Christian stuck his tongue out at me. He was so childlike, but that was something I had always loved about him. That’s also why we got along so well. He was hyperactive and loud, while I was cynical and quite.
    I...
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posted by Hades223
CHAPTER 1


Jason Card sat at his डेस्क in his science classroom bored out of his mind. He hated science. It was his least प्रिय subject. Mainly because it was the last subject of the दिन and द्वारा that time Jason was usually ready to go home.
Mr. Form droned on and on about chemicals या something. Jason didn’t listen. He just sat at his डेस्क and drew on some paper. He was a very good drawer.
Jason Card was a fourteen साल old as of yesterday. His black messy hair never gave in to a brush which usually meant it was mangled and messy and went down to his ears. He was wearing a simple red t-shirt...
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posted by cullens-rule
Chapter 4 Tom

“it would be easier if आप knew, but I will try to explain, as well as I can, आप know my name is Tom but my सेकंड name is Cullen”
I interrupted him now
“Tom Cullen? Sounds old fashioned”
“It is, any way I’m just seventeen”
He looked away sheepishly like he was lying this made me curious would he really lie about his age.
“my real parents are dead now, they died of an illness I don’t really know much about them”
“I sorry that must be दिल braking”
He looked miserable he looked into my eyes and I could feel his pain, but he carried on
“I take after my father...
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posted by e2mma2weasle3
How to Add Emotion to a Story

1.    Understand कीवर्ड्स या Key Phrases. Key Phrases are phrases in a story that triggers the waterworks. They are sentences that make people cry. Such as, a pet dies. आप could write, "Goodbye, Old friend." A Key Phrase could also be an action. Such as, there are two pets. One pet dies. The other pet tries to sleep with the other one द्वारा cuddling up to the dead body.

2.    Add a lot of relationship between the one who dies and another character, whether that is a human या an animal.

3.    Add comedy to the...
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posted by sapherequeen
*Sigh* Okay, this is the first piece of लेखन I will ever share with anyone. Rarely does the idea of a poem ever enter my dark mind. But tonight, just two मिनटों ago, this one came to me, and I had to...write...it...down...


I’m aching here
I’m bleeding there

Pain strikes within
My every move

And there’s
Nothing
I Can
Do
To Make It
Stop

The tears roll down my face
And freeze there quickly
And stay until the time comes
Where they are no longer frozen
And begin to stream down again

My hurt was bottled up
But someone broke the bottle
And now it’s
Everywhere
And there’s nothing
I Can
Do
To Heal Myself

I’m...
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“Look at them, trying to figure it out. Trying to work out why a pure-blood has come to their school, Antiworld, huh? This could be fun”. There was a young man sitting on the चोटी, शीर्ष of a gargoyle wearing a white कमीज, शर्ट with a black कोट over it. His eyes where a light green with a black cat eye stroke through it. As the man stood up आप saw that he had pitch black hair and his skin was white like paper. As आप closed in on the man’s face आप saw his eye drop a line of blood down his cheek, as if he was crying blood. The man looked up at the sun covering his face with his hand, he closed his...
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हे guys! I just wrote this poem. I haven't written a poem in quite a while, maybe a year, and this one's an attempt to get back on the poem लेखन path. Well hope आप like it, and please, if possible, add a टिप्पणी दे saying what आप think.

Me and Those

Ever noticed that in this life
Everyone wants आप to do something,
या be something
That sometimes आप don’t want to be?

They are those!
आप know them!
आप probably have those in your house.
They are those who expect आप to take a path,
Even though,
Sometimes,
आप don’t want to take.

They are those who expect आप to be great,
Even though,
Sometimes,
आप prefer to be small and humble.

But do आप think,
For the slightest second,
That they care about that?
They don’t!

They are your parents,
Your grandparents,
Your Uncles and aunts,
That since आप were born,
Came up with a path for आप in life.

But know this,
And say it to yourself:
They are those, they matter,
But me is I,
And I’m the main character.
posted by BellaSwan636
Serena

She screams every time a police officer या strange nurse touches her. She refuses to hear them out. So, until further notice, she is staying in my apartment.

I glance at the clock in the waiting room. It's past midnight. Wow. Jamie and Ashleigh are asleep on a small green couch, with a receiving blanket draped over them. I pick them both up, since Kayla and I are free to leave, and we all walk outside to my car. Kayla opens the back door, and while I'm strapping the two little girls in, I signal for her to get in on the passenger side.

She's a broken person. आप only need to look at her...
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posted by BellaSwan636
Serena

On Friday, Tia had picked me up to go shopping.

Tia was ecstatic; for what reason, I had no idea. Tia was like a hurricane, she jotted down my sizes on her hand and then took of through the store at a pace that should've set her path on fire.

"You look great in black, white, and blue," she muttered. I saved that for future reference; she obviously knew what she was doing. Plus I'd been told that each of those colours looked nice on me before.

She pulled me into a dressing room, pointed out which outfits to try out, and exited to let me change.

I pulled a scary-looking black लगाम, हेलटर neck...
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posted by fanfly
 Artwork द्वारा me
Artwork by me
Who are आप to judge?
Sitting right where आप are
आप have no claim on me

I know my own path
I am my own guide
आप are nothing to me
No matter how आप try

What do आप care?
If I'm not doing it right
I'm not following you

I know my own path
I am my own guide
आप don't know me
No matter how आप try

Why are आप here?
आप know I don't want you
I told आप to leave me

I am my own path
I know my own guide
आप can't mold me
No matter how आप try





Why do I feel compelled to write angsty poetry? I swear I'm not even that angsty. लोल Oh well, I hope someone out there enjoys it.
posted by Epismatic
A whisper in the cavern that goes unheard,

and a glimmer in the sky that stays unnoticed,

like the start of a brand new life, at the peak

of a mountain never scaled, lies in wait.

It can't be moved द्वारा any cosmic mover,

so no passing wind या fog will douse it.

Only your eyes can scratch out the image

या accept it, the light at the edge of your eyes.

Will आप take hold of the key you're offered?

Stop गाना of freedom; seek it instead?

To become a companion of the new

takes an ever expanding, soaring gaze.

But even द्वारा taking one step forward,

द्वारा placing one hand onto the mountain,

as the wind tugs gently at your back,

आप will realize the cage has already been broken.
Your hair is long, wet, and wavy and clings to आप as आप rise from the lake. आप get the sense that the water should be clearer. आप don’t dwell on it though, distracted द्वारा your own hair. आप don’t remember it being so long. With every motion the string of beads and shells woven into your hair bobs gently with a clicking noise. आप don’t realize that आप are topless until your hair settles against your back. But आप are not ashamed, there is a sense of liberation, आप can better feel what the earth and the wind are telling आप this way. If आप could see behind you, आप would know that...
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