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II The Kitchen.

Unsure where to go Ember dithered in the corridor outside the nursery for almost ten phút the tiếp theo morning. But soon the delicious smell of apples and cinnamon reached her nose.
She followed the scent until she reached a large old fashioned kitchen. An old, wooden table, worn and scrubbed filled the middle of the room. It was the biggest phòng bếp, nhà bếp Ember had ever saw. One side of the room was simply all cupboards and drawers of all different shapes and coloured. Ember’s curiosity burned but she was distracted bởi a large woman wearing an apron. She was taking a steaming táo, apple pie out of the lò nướng and setting it down on a table. She looked at Ember who began to stutter an apology but the woman simply stared right through her.
She glided past her to the door and called- “Lettie! Food’s ready for bạn to take up!”
Ember was astonished. How could this woman not see her? What was happening? The woman walked back to the bàn but this time she walked right through Ember. She gasped as a wave of icy cold engulfed her then went back to normal. She saw the woman walking away from her. She had just walked through Ember! But how? Was she a ghost? Was Ember a ghost? But she couldn’t be. She wasn’t dead. This woman must be a ghost and that was how she could walk through people. It was the only explanation. Just to make sure, Ember stepped phía trước, chuyển tiếp and waved her hand energetically in front of her face. She didn’t blink.
Another person walked into the room making Ember spin round.
“Hurry Mabel” She said. “The Master’s very partial to his táo, apple pie and would like it served immediately”
“Right bạn are Lettie” Mabel đã đưa ý kiến and handed a slice of the pie over on a tray along with some coffee and other delicacies.
Lettie took it spun on her heel, and vanished.
Ember stared. Where did she go? She had just disappeared. She turned to check if Mabel was there but she too had vanished. Ember shook her head slowly.
“They must be ghosts” she muttered to herself. This place is very strange.”
Then she looked at the table. The táo, apple pie with the slice missing was still there. She was very hungry and hadn’t eaten since yesterday morning. So she ate all of it. Every last bit. And then she proceeded with her exploration.
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Regen wusch die Gräue von den Fenstern und ließ sie über den Asphalt ergießen.
Klamm schien die Luft, die unter der Last des Nebels unangenehm warm war, einem Nebel, der die Stadt in ein Gewirr von Spinnweben und Unkenntlichkeit hüllte.
All das, und ein fortwährendes leises Gemurmel füllten den Hintergrund des Geschehens.
Im Mittelpunkt saß ein Mann, gebeugt, mit dem Rücken zur Fensterseite gedreht, auf einem feuchten Holzstuhl und ergab sich seiner introspektiven Wahrnehmung.
Obwohl er seinen Blick nicht hob, schien es ihm, als beobachte er die Menschenmassen,...
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posted by para-scence
I ran down the pathway, my long blond ponytail whipping me in the face each time I checked to see how far I was ahead of Brandon. He was still far away, and Mommy and Daddy were even farther behind.

"Irina! Mommy and Daddy đã đưa ý kiến not to go too far!" Brandon complained. I stopped in my tracks, and groaned.

"We're not too far! I can still see 'em," I said. Brandon pouted, not satisfied. I sighed. "Fine. We'll wait for them." Finally, after waiting forever, Daddy and Mommy finally caught up to us. I ran up to them, and Dad put his arm on my shoulder. Brandon held Mommy's hand. Mommy smiled at the...
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posted by alexmswann
It was three o’clock on a Friday and the chuông, bell had finally rung for school to be out for the weekend. I hurriedly shoved my sách in my book bag and headed for the door ready to be out of school.
“Oh wait, Alisa could bạn come here for a quick second,” my English teacher, Mrs. Thompson asked. I turned around wishing I could be out this school. She was a very tall and light skinned lady, in her mid-thirties. She had long stringy black hair and big brown eyes. bạn would probably think she was a retired model. I quickly went to her bàn trying not to seem I was rushing her.
“Um I just wanted...
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posted by para-scence
The tiếp theo morning, despite being deprived of sleep, I was wide awake. Carmine was in the kitchen, Nikolai getting ready for work in his room. I frowned when I saw Carmine in his work uniform.

"I thought..." I began. He shook his head, his mouth full of cereal.

"I gotta work today. We'll go another ngày though, ok?" he said.

"When are bạn off...?" I asked.

"Next weekend," he answered. I groaned.

"Seriously?!"

"Sorry! bạn know, bạn could get a job too, y'know!" he shouted. I clamped my mouth shut. Carmine never yells at me. Ever. "Y'know, bạn complain about Nikolai all the time! You're just as bad!"...
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posted by para-scence
The tiếp theo week was spent somewhat like that first day. We went to the park almost everyday. It wasn't that bad actually. It was kind of funny to see Jezebel and and Aspen run around like psychos. I was actually starting to warm up to Scout as well. It was cool to just talk to someone my age that was a girl too. I never had the chance to do that at school hoặc home. I really like Aspen too. She's very mature for her age, when she wants to be. She has no problem goofing around like a little kid. She likes to talk about a bunch of things. I've become very close with her too.

Then soon came the Sunday...
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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 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 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. :)
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 MissMuffin38
The three boys turned around to see three girls standing before them. Them three girls were Amelia, Emma, and Grace. These were the girls they were meeting. Daniel's voice was shaking but he managed to get some words out: "Hi. How are you?" He said, almost stumbling on his words. "We're fine thankyou. So where are we going?" Amelia replied, giving them her most angelic smile. "Erm, anywhere bạn want!" Daniel answered her, still stammering. "How about the sweet shop? We haven't been there for a while." Emma asked, hiển thị a smile too. "Yeah, sure!" Tommy replied to her, looking at the other...
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I'm thinking of bạn in my sleepless solitude tonight...

Becoming Công chúa tóc mây in sheets of satin, I rolled to my side and slowly opened an eye, spotting the black outline of a figure lingering in the doorway. Confused, I propped myself up on an elbow and squinted, trying to make out the figure in the darkness. "Matthew?" I called out softly, pulling the sheets up to cover exposed flesh. The figure moved closer without a word, shutting the bedroom door. For a moment I questioned whether hoặc not the illusions had returned. While I wasn't seeing Lex, I was thinking of him. Fear and anxiety washed over...
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They always đã đưa ý kiến that I was a bit mad.

    I guess that’s why I hear bumble bees and geckos talking to me, and not about allergies hoặc how to save money on my car insurance.

You see my dad and my mom is traveling the world for fun. My dad got me some teachers just for me so I won’t have to be in school with the normal kids. But I think it would be fun. I could have real Những người bạn instead of no one. Also I could also see some real doctors about some of the things that I think of. They are strange. My fathers doctors say that I am perfectly fine, don’t worry, mentally fine,...
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posted by sweetpea92
The Last Goodbye

I am standing on my tiptoes with my arms around him and he is bending down so that I can reach. There are tears of joy, and cheering. It is too loud to hear even my own thoughts but somehow I still manage to hear the sound of my tim, trái tim in my ears as I cling to my friend. After a long moment, we both pull back slightly and my hands slide over the strange fabric of his bright blue graduation gown. I look up at him knowing this could be the last times I see my most treasured friends. His hand leaves my shoulder, and he places it lightly on my face. My tim, trái tim nearly stops as something...
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posted by irena83
~ Chapter 1: Dreams

Love. Unconditional and pure tình yêu was there, found in their hearts. Feelings, pure and strong lived from ngày to day.
But the days were cold. Cold wind froze their dreams.
A child was born.
Dreams, spreading its roots, now slowly fade.
But still live and last in the hearts of the dreamers.
A child wasn't a part of a dream, though.
It wasn't. But tình yêu was still there, although destroyed bởi many issues, it started fading slowly like a smothered flame.
Mother's eyes was full of hope and tim, trái tim full of love, so pure, so gentle.
She knew. Life won't be sữa and honey, though she must be strong.
Looking at her baby girl, happy and sad in the same time, so many thoughts were flying through her head.
So many questions, perhaps a small dose of regret.
She felt sadness inside.
tình yêu was still there, that pure tình yêu that kept them alive, though these dreams they both had were somehow far and unreal.
A flame of tình yêu was still burning...