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January 1st 2010
Dear Diary, my name is Cassandra (Cassie) Thorp and...
My new years resolutions are...
1. GET A BOYFRIEND!
2. Tell Gwen how much she owes me from last year.
3. Try not to spend hours staring at pictures of Henrie Green (my future husband).
4. Use thêm Clean and Clear.
5. Try to gain some weight.(I look anorexic)
6. Feed Pepsi.
7. Stop killing all the goldfish.
8. Shrink.
9. Don't smoke.
10. Earn thêm money.

Well, a new year, and I want this one to be better than the last, which is probably a pipe dream but... bạn never know. I just wish Cerys and Tareesa and Amelia would except me into...
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posted by GreenLight24
Author's Note: Hey, guys! :D I've finally drafted the third installment of the "Blacktie." series. It does require some knowledge of the first two stories đã đăng in order here: link]http://www.fanpop.com/clubs/writing/articles/213262/title/blacktie-revised-version[/url][/url] and here:link]http://www.fanpop.com/clubs/writing/articles/213538/title/blacktie-dinner[/url][/url] This is the story of Blacktie's run-in with a female accomplice! It picks up right where the một giây story left off. Enjoy. :D

Anthony gently pulled at his bow tie and unbuttoned his áo, áo khoác as he peered devilishly towards the...
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posted by malmcd
bạn want to be there. bạn know bạn do. Don't lie, dahling. It's okay. I know what you're thinking when bạn look up at that splendorous place atop the mountain. I
know what fills you, spurs bạn on, fuels your dreams. You're obsessed with being chosen. Everyone is.
    The Land bạn thirst for has loomed at the hàng đầu, đầu trang of the mountain in Metopia for as long as bạn can remember. But for most of the year, it's covered in fog, it's color changing with each passing ngày as if it's a gargantuan mood ring. bạn begin your mornings staring at the fog, longing for the fateful evening when...
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posted by OlivFirecracker
bạn laugh at something just not funny and the only thing bạn do is apologise, even if bạn don't mean it, bạn do because the people hearing bạn laugh do not appreciate it. How could they?

You hear something sad about another and bạn apologise, because bạn may feel bad for them but bạn don't know what to say and bạn think saying anything else hoặc not saying anything at all is inconsiderate, but it's not fair on bạn because bạn don't know what to do with that information.

You did bạn best to save something hoặc someone for someone else but bạn fail and bạn know that bạn haven't Mất tích anything but...
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posted by Kachetes
The ride to brianas wasnt far but I could hardly see with the wind blowing at my face wich hurt my eyes I realy couldnt tell what happen next,but in a chẻ, phân chia, split một giây I found myself inches away from falling on my face to seeing I face close to mine
He was teenage boy hard gray eyes that made me want to break wich is hard to imagen how I got that idea ,he cant break me id break his nose nefore he could even touch me
And yet here I was tightly locked in his arm
“thank bạn for cacthing me before I fell”i đã đưa ý kiến very formaly he says nothing he states into my eye with a confused experation he pulls...
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posted by serenacullen93
Hello my name is Leila Claudette Xavier the daughter of Max Oscar Xavier. The CEO of Xavier Arms Of War hoặc X.A.W. it is the number one provider of weapons for the arm forces. X.A.W. has been around since world war one we are a family of geniuses mean the Xavier are know for that. I graduated from college when I was ten years old and was valedictorian of my high school class at the age of eight. I’m now fifteen. I woke to the sun pouring thought my vịnh, bay window here in Virginia bờ biển, bãi biển near Camp Pendleton so named after General William Nelson Pendleton an Episcopalian minister at Grace Church...
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posted by MomoThePuppy
Terrence moved slowly, watching where he placed his feet. He didn’t want to step on those certain floorboards that squeaked and risk scaring the small girl. He quietly picked his way across the floor, and stopped at the edge of the child’s bed. Gently, he placed a hand on her shoulder, and for a moment, his eyes became locked on the stark contrast of their skin tones. She was very light in color, almost a peachy shade. He was dark in tone, close to the color of chocolate. He smiled at this.

“Rosie,” He said, voice barely above a whisper. “It’s almost daylight. Time to get up, kiddo.”...
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posted by Me_Iz_Here
(Not a very creative name, I know)


ONE

I sat on the bed. Doing nothing. Nothing. Nothing. I looked at the clock. Friday, five-fifty-eight PM. Five-fifty-nine. Waiting. Waiting. tim, trái tim pounding. Counting seconds. Every week. Every week, SHE came. SHE would try to kill me. Then I would scream for help and they would come. Then I would get a lecture that nothing was there, possibly some treatment hoặc whatever. Then tiếp theo Friday at six, it would happen again.
Forty-five seconds. I glanced at the book. I brought it with me. That way, no one else would read it. It was old and leather-bound, and had pictures...
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posted by Vixie79
In a world of his
she unloads his gun

She and he waits for this
he releases his love

In blue and green orbs
she gives him thêm and more

A million miles away
A million years girl

In a black woven chest
he digs his nails deep

She trusts in him for what he does
live in a house in the suburbs

He kisses the pain with blood and light
sleeping it off in the morning

A million miles away
A million years girl

In her world of his
she unloads his gun

In a world of his
she covers the sun

A million miles away
A million years
A million years girl
posted by EmoKidSteven
Well bạn see
I'm not myself anymore
Well bạn can see
What I've done
Blinded myself
Mất tích my direction
In this times
That are getting cold
In this moment
To behold
And shine

Here's a poem
For all the loved ones
Here's a grave
For all the dead
Here's the oxygen
For all the living
Here's a tissue
For tears that are shed
I'm Mất tích now
I'm here now
I'm Mất tích here
bởi Myself
I'm gone now
I'm Mất tích again
I'm lost
bởi myself

Well take your houses
Take your money
Take the things bạn don't need
Live the life
You've always wanted
And then burn the memories
Take the good times and the bad
Take the happy maybe the sad
And turn, turn yourself around
I'm Mất tích in my own fairytale
Where I'm the winner
All over again
in my daydreams I've Mất tích all hope
All ambition
Looking and losing an only friend

I'm Mất tích now
I'm here now
I'm Mất tích here
bởi Myself
I'm gone now
I'm Mất tích again
I'm lost
bởi myself

I'm lost
I'm here
I'm Mất tích here
bởi myself

I'm Mất tích now
I'm here now
I'm Mất tích here
bởi myself

bởi myself
posted by twilight-rocks9
plz tell me if u like it hoặc if i should write more.


And his hair I tình yêu it!” my best friend Selene said. I make a gagging sound. “Oh shut up Gabs you’re going to be like this your boyfriend and I’m going to suffer.” she said. “You want to suffer then let me replay what bạn sound like.” I did a horrible impression of her. “Oh no I have to go bye gabby.” she said. When she got up she kicked sand on my arm. “Bye Lena” I đã đưa ý kiến a little too late. I looked at the suns bữa ăn, sự phô trương, refection on the clear blue ocean. I got up to go swimming when someone put their hands over my eyes and said...
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posted by flabaloobalah
CHAPTER ONE: "CARTER"

There’s one silent sensation of falling really fast and really hard. Then it’s over. Just like that. Somewhere off in the distance, a girl screams. Maybe she’s tiếp theo to me and my damaged ears are playing tricks on me. hoặc maybe she really is far away from here, wherever that is.
    A flame billowing over a folded up car flicks its vile tongue. The ngọn lửa, chữa cháy reflects in the pools of blood and the bodies. Five bodies, and myself, still alive. Sirens wail and rescue teams and news vans swarm the scene. I moan and grip my chest, waiting for someone to notice...
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