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posted by Weasel1999
I. The Nursery

Ember lived in her nursery for the tiếp theo few months, only being let out occasionally to go to the toilet. All she saw were the four walls around her but it wasn’t all bad.
The room was painted a pretty sky-blue and the carpet was thick, fluffy and a deep midnight blue. There was a giường and a huge white wardrobe with the most beautiful, cổ hủ, cũ thời clothes inside.
Rich velvets cloaks, soft lông, lông thú stoles, bright silk dresses, every item of clothing needed to make a young lady of society look beautiful.
But Ember was not a young lady of society living in Victorian times. She was a thirteen năm old girl living in the 21st century with no parents, no Những người bạn and a life of imprisonment stretching ahead of her. She spent all of her time either at the tiny window staring out at the village below hoặc at the bàn writing. There was a plentiful supply of paper and pencils and she wrote stories about fairy-tale creatures, fair maidens and dashing knights.
She didn’t know this but Abraxas would take them to her uncle while she slept and he would read every one of them. It hurt him to see that every evil sorcerer hoặc villain was described as being exactly like him. He regretted having shouted at the little girl, his temper had always been short and years of living alone, mouldering in his chamber caused him to be rather awkward with people. But his pride wouldn’t let him apologize, he wasn’t about to beg forgiveness off a little girl!
And so he remained, too proud and haughty to put things to rights while his niece languished alone in her room and cried herself to sleep every night. Eventually his guilt grew too much for him though he would never hiển thị it and he decided to go abroad for a while. Abraxas was to go with him and he would leave the girl to take care of things. Before he left he sent Abraxas with the keys to every room in the house to give to Ember. She could go where she liked he didn’t care. Ember was delighted yet frightened at the prospect of freedom.
“You can’t leave the mansion but bạn may explore wherever bạn like.” đã đưa ý kiến Abraxas as he handed her the keys. “There are exactly 100 rooms in this house and I’m sure bạn will find something interesting in each one. But be careful. bạn never know what bạn might find.” And he left, his coat-tails flapping behind him. Ember clutched the keys her ngọc lục bảo eyes wide with excitement. She was free. She couldn’t leave the house but there was a hundred rooms in the mansion and she could go where she liked. Some of her old spark seemed to come back with the promise of freedom and a little colour appeared on her sứ, đồ sứ cheeks. She resolved to start exploring as soon as she could.
Her uncle left the tiếp theo morning.
posted by alicia386
Chapter Four

Olivia was extra busy today. Today was the first ngày 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 bạn need not try to remember something,
bạn remember it automatically.
Which is the best thing that bạn 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.

bạn 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, bạn 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 bởi and thêm 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 bàn in his science classroom bored out of his mind. He hated science. It was his least yêu thích subject. Mainly because it was the last subject of the ngày and bởi that time Jason was usually ready to go home.
Mr. Form droned on and on about chemicals hoặc something. Jason didn’t listen. He just sat at his bàn and drew on some paper. He was a very good drawer.
Jason Card was a fourteen năm 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 bạn knew, but I will try to explain, as well as I can, bạn know my name is Tom but my một giây 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 tim, trái tim 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 những từ khóa hoặc 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. bạn 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 bởi 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 hoặc an animal.

3.    Add comedy to the...
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posted by sapherequeen
*Sigh* Okay, this is the first piece of nghề viết văn I will ever share with anyone. Rarely does the idea of a poem ever enter my dark mind. But tonight, just two phút 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 hàng đầu, đầu trang of a gargoyle wearing a white áo sơ mi with a black áo, áo khoác over it. His eyes where a light green with a black cat eye stroke through it. As the man stood up bạn saw that he had pitch black hair and his skin was white like paper. As bạn closed in on the man’s face bạn 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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xin chào 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 nghề viết văn path. Well hope bạn like it, and please, if possible, add a bình luận saying what bạn think.

Me and Those

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

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

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

But do bạn 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 bạn were born,
Came up with a path for bạn 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 hoặc 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. bạn 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 dây neck...
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posted by fanfly
 Artwork bởi me
Artwork by me
Who are bạn to judge?
Sitting right where bạn are
bạn have no claim on me

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

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

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

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

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





Why do I feel compelled to write angsty poetry? I swear I'm not even that angsty. LOL – Liên minh huyền thoại Oh well, I hope someone out there enjoys it.
Your hair is long, wet, and wavy and clings to bạn as bạn rise from the lake. bạn get the sense that the water should be clearer. bạn don’t dwell on it though, distracted bởi your own hair. bạn 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. bạn don’t realize that bạn are topless until your hair settles against your back. But bạn are not ashamed, there is a sense of liberation, bạn can better feel what the earth and the wind are telling bạn this way. If bạn could see behind you, bạn would know that...
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posted by pLaStIcSUNDAE
It's gray. It's always been so gray.

The beating tim, trái tim that searched for what it believed to be a forever, only to be led astray.

The beating tim, trái tim full of warm belief,

Now an iceberg of đắng, cay đắng regret, the surface a shallow reflection of the depths that rest beneath.

The smiling mask distorts the image of the surface, betraying the eyes.

The rigid, cold structure reduced to a cube of ice.

A problem crippled and crumbled into "I'm fine."

If the eyes are windows to the soul, then these windows have been fogged and cracked.

If the eyes are the windows to the soul, then within these, behind the mist,...
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8 Elements Of The Nutshell Technique bởi Jill Chamberlain via FilmCourage.com.
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PART 1- LETS HAVE A RANT

Hi. So yeah, from the tiêu đề I think you've gathered this story is about .... well let's just say a problematic 19 năm old struggling to find a meaning in life.

If you're a typical "Caucasian" you'll never understand the things we "brown people" have to face. Over-protective parents are just the start. The kinds of people are totally different. The type of "cheats", "betrayers", "heart-breakers".

Being born in a place 2% of the people worldwide knew is just the start of a slightly difficult life. For now, lemme just summarize my life for you. I'm a 19 năm old girl living...
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THIS IS VERY URGENT AND NOT A JOKE! ALSO DON'T GOOF OFF!!!!

I really mean it! What would bạn be able to do if SOPA/TPP censors the internet? What would bạn be able to do if nghề viết văn fanfics and drawing fanarts become illegal? What would bạn do if it's illegal to do a cover of your yêu thích song on YouTube? What would bạn do if downloading things from the internet (music, movies, TV episodes, etc) became illegal? What would bạn do if SOPA/TPP wins the war and takes away internet freedom? Net Neutrality is already dead so far, we can't risk the freedom of internet...
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posted by ilu_rayray
 Liyah (me)
Liyah (me)
Aliyah-Me(18)
Alexus(18)
Jasmine(18)
Prince(18)
Roc(18)
Ray(18)

My pov
Wassup im Aliyah but bạn can call me liyah for short. I sing and im a backup dancer for mindless behavior with my two besties Alexus and Jasmine. I feel torn that prod left but ayyee Nobody knows this but i kinda like cá đuối, ray idk what it feels like to like someone bcus my dad always abused me and i never liked boys ever since but the past is gone and im living the life out in L.A.

Alexus pov
Hello im alexus but i perfer u call me lexi. I live with my sister hoa nhài and bestie liyah in L.A me and my sister been through alot our parents...
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