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posted by ZekiYuro
The art of nghề viết văn a letter takes practice, knowledge about proper form and the ability to put into words your feelings, thoughts, and/or ideas. If bạn learn the basic parts of a letter, it will help bạn to create letters for a variety of occasions.
Parts of the Letter:

Your address
At the hàng đầu, đầu trang of your letter, bạn will put your address, so the reader will know where to send their reply to.

Date
Put the ngày on which the letter was written in the format tháng ngày năm i.e. June, 15, 2009.

Inside Address
The inside address is only required for a business letter and will include the address of the person bạn are nghề viết văn to along with the name of the recipient, their tiêu đề and company name. If bạn are not sure who the letter should be addressed to either leave it blank hoặc try to put in a title, i.e. "Director of Human Resources".

The Greeting
The greeting will address the individual that the letter is being sent to. This is usually completed in the form of "Dear Anne" hoặc "Hey Anne", for less formal letters.

The Introductory Paragraph
The first paragraph and will generally outline the purpose for the letter and the reason that the letter is being sent. This can address any issues that are outstanding and is used to set the tone for the entire rest of the letter. In this first paragraph, the summary of the letter can be found and the intentions which will be displayed through the rest of the letter should be outlined. From the first paragraph of the letter, the introductory paragraph, the individual should be able to note the tone of the letter.

The Body
The body of the letter will expand upon the introductory paragraph and the individual can extend their thoughts and feelings further when it comes to the letter. The body of the letter can be anywhere from multiple pages for personal letters, to one page hoặc two pages for most business letters and other types of proposals.

The Closing
In the closing of the letter, the individual will close the letter and finish any thoughts that have been mentioned. The closing of the letter comes in various forms from yours truly, for those individuals that are familiar with one another, to a traditional sincerely which is a versatile closing that can be used in a variety of letters detailing many situations.

The Presentation of the Letter
The presentation of the letter can be hand-written for less formal letters that are addressed to Những người bạn and family members, especially thank-you letters. In the case that bạn have illegible handwriting, bạn may want to consider typing the letter in these cases, although proper etiquette dictates against this type of behavior.

Formal letters which are written on behalf of businesses to hoặc professional contacts should remain typewritten and grammatical and spelling error free. These types of letters should be legible and professional and therefore typing the letter is one of the most effective ways to ensure that the letter demonstrates a professional appearance through the entire course of the letter, thereby creating a positive impression on the recipient of the letter.

As well as outward presentation, it is important to determine the tone which will be written in the letter, including a professional tone hoặc a tone that will be taken with Những người bạn hoặc family members in a thêm informal setting. Read through the letter once it has been completed to ensure that the tone remains the same. The tone can be adjusted based on the language which is used through the letter, as well as the greetings (familiar as opposed to formal).
posted by Insight357
We went back to Alexander’s apartment after getting Lucy. Xander and Lucy had been sitting on the couch. He was fussing at her for running off.
    “I can’t believe bạn didn’t tell me where bạn were going,” Xander’s lip curled up.
    “I didn’t think bạn cared! bạn aren’t my damned guardian!” Lucy spat back defensively.
    “Maybe not, but I care about bạn Lucy. I tình yêu you,” Xander looked down. My eyes were open wide, but I pretended like I wasn’t there.
    “I-I tình yêu you, too,” Xander...
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posted by para-scence
A faint beeping noise entered my room of darkness. I squeezed my eyes shut even more, afraid to open my eyes again and see nothing. There was the noise again. And again. It sounded in a steady pattern. The thêm I comfheard it, the thêm it reminded me of where I was. Before, when it was complete silence, it felt surreal, like it was all a bad dream. Now it was a constant reminder that there was nothing left for me. I cried, and a wet tear rolled down my cheek. A tear? But when I died, I'd felt nothing. I couldn't feel hoặc taste the blood that had been running down my lips. I couldn't feel the...
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posted by itchygum
I sat in my bed, watching the phút tick bởi on my clock. 10:51 . . . 10:52. I rolled on my side, thinking about the tiếp theo day, the first ngày of school. I was a strait A student and also a bit of a badass. Where did I fit in? My eyelids became heavy, harder to open every time I blinked, until they didn't open.
I felt a nudge, my mom waking me up. "Get dressed," she whispered in my ear. I dragged to my dresser, pulling out my màu hồng, hồng Aeropostale áo sơ mi and a pair of skinny jeans.
My mom dropped me off and kissed my forehead, so embarrassing, but typical mom. "Hey Ana-rebel!" Called Brooke, pretty...
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posted by Insight357
“Yes, I am,” I đã đưa ý kiến calmly. I felt sick to my stomach even as I đã đưa ý kiến it.
    “Why?” asked Grey as if it were not obvious.
    “I tình yêu him,” I said.
    “I thought bạn loved me,” she said, tears in her eyes. Although I saw tears, I also saw hate and fire.
    “You were mistaken,” I said, it was cruel, but true. I loved Alexander thêm than her.
    “Why don’t bạn tình yêu me?” she asked.
    “You raped me, and I married bạn only because the baby,” I said....
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posted by para-scence
"It's ok, Kodi. I'm sure he doesn't still feel that way," Sicily assured me. "That was months ago! He was probably just hurt that bạn left." I shrugged.

"Well, it's not like bạn have anywhere else to go," Shiloh added. I pouted. They were right. There was no way I could go back to living in a car. Chance would definitely get sick again, only probably with something even worse.

"I'll think about it," I told them. I wanted to have time to think about my options. Just then, there was a knock on the door. I furrowed my eyebrows. Sicily pursed her lips to hide a smile. Shiloh shrugged.

"She insisted...
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As I enter the kitchen, I see my mom chopping carrots and putting them in a pot full of stew. "Hi Mom! What's that?" My long citrus trái cam, màu da cam váy sways underneath the air conditioning vent. "I'm making vegetable stew. KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK. "I'll get it!" I call. I run towards the wooden door and I turn the bronze-colored knob. A man with shaggy dark brown hair appears behind the door. "Hello. Is your mother here?" Who is this guy? "Yes. She's in the kitchen." I make a left towards the small phòng bếp, nhà bếp and my mom looks at me. "It's for you." I mouth the words silently. "Oh!" My mom, walks...
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posted by Insight357
I ran my hand through my tired hair. I fell asleep on the attic floor last night, after my outburst. I was tired, and ached everywhere. What a night it had been.
    I took my weight of the gurney I had been leaning on. I was at the hospital today, to help calm this schizophrenic man. I arrived here at seven this morning, and had to leave before noon. I couldn’t miss Lucy’s appointment at Social Services.
    It was eight-thirty now, and I was getting ready to meet my patient. He was in the emergency room, with the doctor. He’d had a nervous breakdown,...
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posted by para-scence
About three months have passed, and text messages and calls have stopped. It made me feel sad, but at least I knew they had moved on. At least they weren't devoting their lives to worrying about me.

Then one ngày before work, I had drove to the edge of town to the grocery store. I had paid for all my things, I was leaving when I noticed a bulletin board. It was the ones where missing people were posted. One in particular caught my attention. It was a picture of me from a party, I was all smiles and waving at the camera. Missing: Kodi Hunter. Last seen: **/**/** Hair color: brown. Eye color: brown....
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posted by StarWarsFan7
Three hours after Darla left and everything's fine at the shop. A teen with dirty blond hair and hazel eyes enters the store. He looks like... "Steven?" Steven stops in his steps. "Bree?" "Yeah. What are bạn doing here?" I ask. "To buy something? Do bạn know where the kẹo is?" "Yeah it's in section two." I point towards the một giây section in the store. The cửa hàng smells like vanilla and chocolate. Probably because of the ice cream that have been melting in the corner of the store. Which reminds me... "Steven, would bạn like to work here?" I ask to break the silence. "Sure. I need a job." Steven...
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posted by StarWarsFan7
Ugh. Being an eighth grade student in a huge middle school is a horrible thing. Large crowds, long lines, piles of homework and nasty teachers! But lucky for me, I'm thêm motley than anyone else. As I walk down the long beige hallway to my một giây period class, I see my BFFFL (Best Female Friend For Life), McKenna Winston. "Bree! Bree! I need bạn A.S.A.P!" My spunky blond pigtailed friend grabs my hand and runs towards the girls' restroom. "What the heck do bạn need McKenna? I need to get to class before-" I see nghề viết văn on the bathroom wall. McKenna reads it aloud. "Bree Komor and McKenna Winston...
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posted by Insight357
    After dinner, everyone scattered out in the Temple, and Elizabeth was going to go to her room. She walked out of the dining room and into the corridor. She didn’t know where to go so she decided to go left; she wandered around when she finally took a right. She opened up a door. Elizabeth peered inside; she saw Wyatt, Lucifer, and Xavier sitting around a giant, red pentagram in the center of the room. They did not hear the door open.
    She watched them thoughtfully. Wyatt was the leader of the Temple. Therefore, he was doing most of the talking....
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posted by Insight357
Memories,
Confusion,
So many thoughts,
The end is near,
The darkness coming,
Now its here,
The hiển thị is over,
The lights are off,
We now say goodnight,
Goodbye,
As we begin 2 open the new chapter

It hurts at first,
Will the changes be extreme?
Please, just tell me,
This was only a dream,
I want to go back,
To relive this again,
This high point in life,
It can't end.

The stage lights dimmed,
The leaving spoke,
With happy faces on,
But tears in their eyes,
This hiển thị is over,
Now go home.
posted by black_13
What do bạn think of this poem? Is it too wierd hoặc depressing?

Caged

It’s my life yet I’m not permitted to live it
Because I’m sick of the tiny little locked cage
Did nobody tell bạn the most important thing?
Little girl’s gonna grow up someday, honey

The ngày has come when the box is too small
You repressed, demoralized child’s matured
She’s become – shock horror – a teenager
Just an isolent chó cái, bitch and nothing more

You say she shouldn’t eat so much
But bạn force her to stuff her face
You say her skin’s bad, why?
You the one who never taught her to wash it

It’s as if you’ve completely...
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She fell to the floor and wept, and the jar shook
The ngày ended on a cold note for the cold night
He had her tim, trái tim sealed in a jar, fragile and trapped
Until he had his moment and let go
With little strength, she had saved it and ran
She had ran until the darkness was unbearable,
As she wept, the jar shivered in her arms

Her dark blue eyes were drenched
And her mind was a dark, narrow corridor.
Her heat prolonged in entrapment,
Torturing her unknowingly with each eternity-like moment.

Finally, she ceased her overwhelming emotions,
Now silent and pondering
Distracted, the jar fell, and shattered at her feet
He’s gone. He’s gone! The words danced in her mind.
Her tim, trái tim was free, and she was free

She got to her feet, no longer stumbling
And the shattered jar crunched under her feet
There was no thêm pain.
~~~~~~~~
...Yeah, I know it kinda sucks. Like I said, first attempt. :/
posted by BURITOES
Ok, so I just want to write a little summary to my story that I want to write called A Place of Our Own I'm basically nghề viết văn this to see if people will like it, and if they do, I'll write more. :)


So anyways, it's about a Hollie, 17 năm old girl who has an alcoholic mother and a step father who abuses her as well as her 12 năm old sister, Amy. Hollie's been in a 3 năm on/off relationship with a heroin addicted boyfriend, Danny. When a close call puts Danny in the hospital, he promises Hollie that he'll quit and they'll find a better life. This causes Hollie to realize that she needs to leave trang chủ and find help herself.


So yeah, if bạn liked this, please bình luận and there WILL be more. Thanks. :)
He was waiting for my reply, until I finally spilled out,"I tình yêu bạn too. I tình yêu bạn thêm than anything! I wanna be with you! Forever." He đã đưa ý kiến nothing. All he did was smile, as he got up. He lifted me, as we both went back to the waterfall cave-area. We sat in the same place as we did before, except Howl wanted to do something else,"Remember what bạn told me about making-out?" I looked at him oddly and said,"Yeah?" He winked at me, as he got closer to me. He started kissing me, like making out kissing. We started making out very heavily, but I was wondering if this was okay hoặc not? I mean,...
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Twas midnight in the warm summer. The stars so bright and lovely, along with the full moon lingering in the sky. She looked out of her window, sighing about what she is missing out on. The outside world. Oh how Lacrymosa wanted to be in the outside world. Mother never allowed it. Lacrymosa cringed and shuddered at the thought of Mother. What a monster of a being she was. Horrid woman. Very overprotective of her little Lacrymosa. A widowed woman with only one child is usually very protective of her children, but Lacrymosa's mother was quite different. She was overbearing. The Queen of Lithiumina....
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posted by inexplicable
It´s autumn. It´s just a ngày like everyone else. I´m sitting on a bench. The air around me is cold and the sky´s color is trái cam, màu da cam now, because there will be sunset soon. There is a đài phun nước in front of me. It has a red- brown color and there are statues on it. I can hear the sound of the ice cold water. There are thêm benches around the fountain, but today there aren´t so much people sitting there as usual. I´m visiting this place pretty often. I´m sitting still on the bench and thinking. Sometimes I observe the people in the street. I can see their long shadows on the ground. It´s the...
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posted by woofbark
This is based on a true story, which has been featured on a few ghost shows. However, I tweaked this "ghost story" a little, and I hope bạn enjoy!



Sariff was a kind and beautiful woman who spent most of her life around the calm, cool waters of an unnamed lake.

It was there she swam.
It was there she read.
It was there she surfed.
It was there, on July Fourth, 1990, Sariff was murdered.

No one knew who it was, besides the fact that he was a man. And maybe, that had something to do with the fact that only men drowned at Sariff Lake.

Twenty men a năm died, despite a large amount of lifeguards....
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posted by stevie_fan98
I fell faster and faster, tumbling through the air. I knew, from the agony of hitting the ground, of several ribs cracking, that this was real, thêm real than any experience I had ever had in my entire life, but I also knew, that once I had passed through this pain barrier, once I came back to consciousness, that the whole rest of my life, would seem thêm real than the trước đó one. Already it seemed like I had been seeing it through blurry eyes.

Gemma Conrad was walking down Grand Terrace when suddenly it began to start a decline, where there wasn’t meant to be one. She looked down at her...
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