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posted by Edward901
Kyra awoke to a loud bang at the door. She grabbed a hair tie right beside her bed. While she struggled to put her thick knotted hair into a bun there was another knock.
“ I’m coming!”
When she opened the door, her best friend Marie stood glaring at Phoenix, a new addition to her wide-and to some unbearable-group of friends. Phoenix stood with her hand in a fist towards Marie ready to lung lay, swing at any time.
    “One câu hỏi Kyra, why is she here!” Marie asked pointing to Phoenix.
    “I should ask bạn the same thing twinkle toes!” Phoenix retorted....
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posted by Edward901
The huntress ran hurriedly into the shadows under the moonlight in the country Andrexa, fearful the king might have seen her with the prince again. After all, he was engaged to another woman. Mất tích in her thoughts, she didn’t hear someone behind her.
    “Kyra.”
    Kyra turned around stealthily, her long, black hair never leaving her shoulders. As she turned, she grabbed her bow from her shoulder and an Mũi tên xanh from her quiver in an easy, practiced motion.
Once her Mũi tên xanh was fitted to her bow, Kyra spun around so fast that her hair slapped her face...
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posted by WritersMelody
She signed the note and placed it on her pillow. Everything was in order at last. Her room was cleaner than it had been in years. She had subtly đã đưa ý kiến her good-byes and she had written the obligatory note explaining her actions. The girl smiled sadly as she glanced around the room, her eyes coming to rest on the teddy chịu, gấu that had slept bởi her side when she was younger.

Memories of happier days flooded her mind. Tears filled her eyes as scenes starring a radiant, untainted, younger version of herself played in her head. All that was gone now. The little girl her parents had been so proud of,...
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posted by Edward901
There she stood with her fallen husband's sword in her hand. Her eyes blazed as she swung at the men, her tim, trái tim only in the fight. She watched it, the death of her husband, she heard the the man that took his last breath away from him shout proudly, “Men! The general is dead!”
Ha! He'd be dead before too long. He'd feel the pain of the general's children, he's see the anger of General Martin's widow! No longer would that man walk with pride, no longer would he laugh with his friends. He'd be as still as Martin, forever in an unpeaceful sleep that he made for himself bởi the shed blood of...
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posted by Cinders
Maybe It's Me

time is time is time is
it me?
i met
an item
far off in space
but it was not alien
not to me

mite i--
i mean, might i
maybe ask a question?
mite i--
i mean, might i
maybe it's me

is
it me?

i once met a baby minute
who grew into an hour
and before i knew it
it was a century

mite i--
i mean, might i
maybe ask a question?

ever stop and wonder
whether time created us
or we created time?

A Pirate's Life For Me

So I got good grades
And I went to college
Thought of finding a nice guy
And settling down
And getting a job to pay the bills
So I conformed

But what I really want
Is to win the lottery
And di chuyển to Florida where...
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posted by Edward901
here's another thing that i'm writing. it's not much and i might just keep it, but bạn never know where imagination takes you.


The Start Has Ended, The End Has Only Started
    I'm not too sure how it felt. One một phút I was in pain, and the tiếp theo I was floating. The tim, trái tim monitor stopped except for the beep that told them my tim, trái tim had stopped. Nurses ran into my room, my mom started crying on Dad's shoulder. One nurse tried to comfort my parents, for the last three days I'd had many close calls.
     None of it really mattered to me, I was free! Free from...
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I am sorry if this comes off as rude, arrogant, hoặc snobbish in anyway, but I feel it needs to be said, and as a writer, as a linguaphile, I feel it is my duty to say it.

I have compiled a danh sách of things that I am tired of seeing in writers of any kind, but particularly young writers. It is not aimed hoặc directed at any one person, so no one should be offended. It is also not aimed at solely the fanpop community, but all those on the Interwebs who take up the pen (or in this ngày and age, the keyboard). It is a sweeping generalization, but if bạn feel bạn are guilty of one hoặc all of the following...
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posted by fanpire101
i have always been good at writing, its my natural strength and my teachers had praised me for it, but one type of nghề viết văn i had never thought much about was poetry, it was "boring" then alittle over a năm cách đây my local thư viện had a thi ca contest for teens and i decided to enter....didn't win, but that first sparked my tình yêu of nghề viết văn poetry. i cannot just sit down at a ngẫu nhiên moment and start writing, if i do wat i produce is boring and dry, i can only write when i currently have a strong emotion about something, for example i often write after i have listened to music, watched movies, or...
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posted by mmmtasty
I found this in some old files on my computer. I think I wrote it about two hoặc three years ago. Hell I'm bored so I thought I'd just post it and see what anyone thinks...

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Back home, big burly men that look like lumberjacks are not allowed inside my fathers house, hell they aren’t allowed near me. But as I sat there in the beat up, rusty pickup truck- which I think might have been a shade of blue at one point-I couldn’t help liking the overly large man who was giving Wicca and I a ride. He’d been the only person at a small quán ăn that had had a trailer with him. And, even though...
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posted by musiclover57
Chapter One

Realization










    I lay there waiting for the realization to kick in. I thought, this can't be happing, at least not to me. I had always been a self centered person, never , even in preschool would I share my toys. I always got my way no matter what, because my parents had such great connections. But thats over now, they're dead.

     I am waiting for my friend, Maria to come pick me up. I think I will crash at her place for a while, till I figure out what is going to happen to me. I bet bạn didn't know this but she has the cutest older brother,...
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posted by Edward901
I look at the ride that I'm supposed to be on, all the twisting, winding loops that Kasey wants me to go on. I don't want to, but she pulls me. Knowing full well that she's stronger than I am bởi a million to one. So I go, ready for the ride of my life.
It's not that scary, I'd been on worse. Still, to look at the monster that is called Chang, I can't believe it is really going to happen, that I am going to ride it.
We step on the ride, buckle up, the people walk down the rows making sure that everyone's safe. We are, so the man presses the button and the ride starts.
Kasey looks at me as we...
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posted by kirstylyonxoxo
 everybody needs a friend
everybody needs a friend
A friend is like a flower,
a rose to be exact,
hoặc maybe like a brand new gate
that never comes unlatched.
A friend is like an owl,
both beautiful and wise.
hoặc perhaps a friend is like a ghost,
whose spirit never dies.
A friend is like a tim, trái tim that goes
strong until the end.
Where would we be in this world
if we didn't have a friend.

Forever Friends!

you'r my friend and that is true,
but the gift was được trao from me to you.
we went thru moments that were good and bad,
even moments that were happy and sad.
bạn suported me when i was in tears,
we stuck together when we were in fear,

its really sad that it had to be this way,
but it has reached its very last day.
miles away cant keep us apart,
'cause you'll always be in my heart.
 friend
friend
posted by IsabellaAzuria
Well… to me it is thêm difficult to translate things into English than English things into German. So I had to leave some sentences out of the story, because there are no English words for that. But I tried to translate it as good as possible. In German it sounds MUCH better. Maybe you’ll like it better when they are sách and translated bởi professional people.
;-)

Sie sind unter uns…
Part of the vampire story


He could only see her blond hair but he knew it was…
Norma. She stood right there bởi the window with a huge sword in her hands. Almost bigger than small Norma. It was bloody. „Norma?“...
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posted by Cinders
Author's Note: Hey. Some of bạn may recall a character study exercise I đã đăng called "link." This is her full story. đã đệ trình along with my application to the Creative nghề viết văn emphasis for English.



She was in charge. She was always in charge. Kayla Clarke never settled for anything less. She turned to her friend Andy and told him, very simply, that she was to go first and he was to follow exactly what she did, because that was how the game was played. And if he couldn’t do everything that she could, then she won.

Kayla always won.

And this time was no exception as her strong, tiny hands...
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posted by harold
Introduction: This is the full text of a short play I wrote back in college (1990) that I uncovered recently. Having been written completely already, it has the advantage over most of my other các bài viết in that it's complete already and so I can actually post it faster than many others. There are only two edits to what I wrote back then: I've được trao it a tiêu đề (from the first sentence of stage directions), and I replaced the word "kosher" with "halal", as that's thêm apropos. I've left all the other errors in place, and all resemblance to people living hoặc dead is purely coincidental.

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posted by greekthegeek
My 5th grade class files out of the buses. We are at the amusement park. I smell bắp rang bơ, bỏng ngô and hear country music. The air smells of joy and laughter. We soon gather into groups. My best Những người bạn and I in one group. We laugh and set off for the best ride in the park; Thunderation. Another group heads there with us. As we approach the ride we hear screaming of joy from the passengers going in the corkscrew. We proceed in the line. I look and see that my classmate, Sean, and I are partnered to be in the same cart. Sean and I smile as we start going. We start going faster and go through some drops....
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posted by johnsgirlalways
The room is dark it smells like gasoline. How did I get here? And where is here? Foot steps near, loud, and hard. It seems like they're pounding with my heart. Thump, stomp, thump, stomp! I'm so scared,whats going on? I hear a door slide open then a light comes on. I feel like I'm going blind. The foot steps are coming closer this man appears in front of me. He's old and grungy it looks like he works with grease cause hes covered in it. He smiles then he stops and stares at me. I want to scream but, I can't the taste of gas and dirt, fills my lungs. My mouths tied with something. He turns his attention to something behind him, he picks it up. He then turns around and shows it to me. It's a knife, the biggest dao, con dao I've ever seen. He puts it to my throat and in those mere giây I knew I was going to die.
I hit the floor and I awake it was just a dream. Thank God, it was just a dream.
posted by blisslikethis
hello everyone! this is a collection of haikus i wrote for a creative nghề viết văn class awhile cách đây that i've been thinking of reworking, so i thought i'd get some feedback. let me know what bạn think :)

on winter mornings
we wake to cold sharp scent of
freshly fallen snow

sunlight glints through trees
no heady summer breeze just
cool and crisp and clean

we dance through the white
(the mist parting like a veil)
snow stained with laughter

reaching for your warmth
i smile at bạn and wonder
how bạn smell in spring
posted by Cinders
Kayla

She was in charge. She was always in charge. Kayla Clarke never settled for anything less. She turned to her friend Andy and told him, very simply, that she was to go first and he was to follow exactly what she did, because that was how the game was played. And if he couldn’t do everything that she could, then she won.

Kayla always won.

Even now, her strong, tiny hands clutched ruthlessly at the vibrant red bars as she swung with ease across the lava pit below. The dream was so real, she could smell the bursting smoke bubbles. Hand over hand, she moved expertly across, like a dancer who...
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posted by Booyahboy
Ok, I just came up with this, so its quite unworked if bạn know what I mean. I figure, I should get it out there and off my chest before I change my mind about a thousand times and this way, your criticisms should (hopefully) help me to chỉnh sửa it. Also, I havent thought of a title, so if bạn can think of a suitible one I'd tình yêu to hear it. ok, be honest:

Hidden words drip
From tooth to tooth
Edging closer, closer.

Lips sealed shut. Trapped.
một phút gaps are found
Oozing through as water.

Rolling down chin,
Picking up pace,
Growing, Changing, evolve

It drops from brink.
Falling, speeding
Splash! and the ripples grow.