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Somewhere in the universe, a planet was dying.

The planet was Esphera, Earth's twin. Here lived people like on earth, who wore pants, shirts and dresses; they went to school and had emotions;they had their own currency. There were no cars here, but they had instead hovercrafts- spade-shaped vehicles that floated in the air. Most people on the planet were too poor to buy a hovercraft, one of the most expenisve items in Esphera.

But the thing that sets Earth and Esphera apart is the children.

Children on Esphera are all born with a special power-like invisibility-that vanishes at age 16. After their power goes away, they live a "normal" rest of their life.

Esphera was being taken over bởi the dark lord Nix. Few new what Nix looked like. Most villagers assumed he was a demon hoặc evil entity sent to destroy Esphera. Few had met him and survived.


Meanwhile, as wars raged in the dark desert regions, the people in Glensville were living a normal life. People relaxed in their cabins. People flirt and fought and fell in love. Children grew up and had fun with their powers. All except one.



-2-
Rachel let her dark brown hair flow over her shoulders as she watched her Những người bạn have fun with their powers. Keisha was turning invisible and reappearing, her sleek blonde hair the color of the sun, her eyes blue and mischevious. Rachel envied her superpower and her beauty, but didn't admit it.

Hawthorne was attempting to spray Keisha with water from the shimmering pond. It was his power to make water to his bidding. Rachel would have liked his power, too.

Lenore's power, thought Rachel, isn't as good as the others. Rachel watched Lenore shapeshift into a fuzzy hamster. It didn't look that useful, but she'd tình yêu to have had it.

Meanwhile, Thomas overlooked the scene from the treetops, where he sat casually in the branches, idly tossing leaves onto the ground. Thomas, hoặc "Tom", had the ability to leap twenty feet in one bound. Rachel put her head on her knees. It wasn't fair! Why was she the only child in Esphera without powers?!

Suddenly, Lenore was tiếp theo to her, lying casually on the cool grass.
"You look upset." Lenore observed. Rachel didn't answer.
"Is this about your birthday?"
Rachel nodded grimly. Her birthday was in one month. Since she was four, she believed her powers would hiển thị up one day. They never had.

"Well, if it makes bạn feel any better, we'll throw bạn a great party!" Lenore đã đưa ý kiến excitedly.

Rachel grunted as Lenore shrunk, getting furrier and furrier, until she was just a tan chuột đồng, hamster scuttling away. Why couldn't it have been Lenore, She wondered bitterly, Who had no powers? Why was it her?

Hawthorne accidentally splashed Thomas, who, sopping wet, leapt towards him and knocked him over, causing him to slip through the mud backwards into a small pond with a splash. Thomas laughed.
"Water-you doing?" Thomas laughed hilariously at his pun, but everyone else just gave him a funny look. He shrugged his shoulders as Hawthorne clambored out of the water.
Suddenly, Rachel noticed an old woman dressed in light gray standing bởi the tree, watching her in an odd way. Rachel blushed slightly and got up, returning to her log lều, cabin for the night.

******************************************

She reached the wooden door and reached to open it. Where there should have been empty space, Rachel's arm hit something. She jerked her wrist back. "Come on, Keisha, let me go in."
Keisha appeared, her misty blue eyes staring into hers with a curious sort of stare. She leaned against the door with a yawn.
"Keisha......" Rachel whined. Suddenly, she felt a tap on her shoulder.
She turned around, and there was the woman in gray. Her eyes were tired and weary.
"What is your power?" The woman asked.
"Erm...why would I tell you?"
"Is it true bạn seem to have no power?"
"Does that make me some kind of FREAK?!" Rachel glared at the old woman.
"Follow me." The woman's gray cape swished in the late night wind. The ghostly glare of the moonlight lit up her white hair. Rachel followed, behind her invisible Keisha.

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"You do have a power." The woman told Rachel as she leaned against a large cây trunk.
"I don't."
"You were born," đã đưa ý kiến she, "At the exact moment when Nix's army declared war."
"And......." Rachel asked.
"You have the power to defeat him."

"Are bạn insane?!" Rachel turned to leave. The woman's withered hand snatched hers.
"I am not insane. bạn must listen. They are coming for you. They will kill you. bạn must leave tomorrow night at exactly midnight."
"Okay..." Rachel said, wriggling her hand out of the woman's wrist. Like she'd listen to a delusional old lady.


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They were having a sleep-over at Rachel's house, in her small room, the night after. Keisha arrived first, in the non-spectacular fashion of walking through the door.
tiếp theo came Lenore, who'd shapeshifted into a chuột đồng, hamster and squeezed through the door.
Third came Hawthorne, who also came through the door, carrying a bowl of water. The water floated out of the bowl and was promptly dumped on Keisha's head. Keisha grabbed his collar, but a laughing Rachel pulled the two apart.
Thomas stood on the green grass, seeing the window to Rachel's room a mere ten feet above. He bent down, summoned his strength and leapt towards the window-he was going to make it!
BOOM!
Thomas fell back down as his face was smushed against the closed window. Rachel couldn't help laughing-it was such a great night!

Soon, they were in a circle, telling ghost stories.
"And then," Hawthorne continued, "the little boy thought he heard something walking-"
Rachel gazed out the window. Hawthorne kept making his story go on longer and longer. First, it was about a ghost in a house. Then, it was about how the house got burned and made a monster. Then, the monster was killed bởi the villagers. After that, a villager caught a disease and turned into a monster..........

Rachel gazed at the sky. It was midnight. Everything was still. Quiet. Tranquil. Peaceful.


Suddenly, she heard a thudding sound, followed bởi a scrape. It was coming from outside.
Thud. Scrape.
Thud. Scrape.
THUD. SCRAPE.
THUD! SCRAPE!
Creak.......
The door to her house was open, and suddenly, she heard the thing speed up. THUDSCRAPE! THUDSCRAPE!
It was coming up the stairs. Slowly. Loudly. The others were noticing it now, too. Keisha ran over and locked the door and bolted it, and everyone stood back.
It was silent. Absolutely silent, as if even the air was holding its breath. No one spoke, no one breathed. It was eerie, unreal. Slowly, slowly, the doorknob turned.....
THUUUUUUUD! THUUUUUUD!
Something was repeatedly banging on the wood door, and the wood was cracking. One of the rusted locks broke willingly and clattered against the floor. THUUUUUUD! CRIK!

The door was slowly becoming weaker. Soon, it would yield and break in. Rachel tried to scream, but found she couldn't. All she could do was run to the window. She tried to pry it open. She moved it an inch, and then it stopped. It was stuck!
"Help!" She cried, trying to pull it up. One of her finger got cut on the sharp edge.
THUUUUUUUUUUD! CRIIIK!
The door wouldn't hold much longer.
Her Những người bạn rushed over, and soon all of them were pulling upwards, but the window wouldn't open.

"JUST BREAK IT!" Rachel cried.
THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD! CRIIIIIIIIIK!
The door was just about to break. A thick jagged crack ran through the middle and side. A pale hand reached through and began undoing each lock, one bởi one.......
posted by WritingBookWorm
So, one of my New’s Years Resolutions this năm it to write more. So, I decided to make this:

The goal is to write something every day.

Starting on the 31st of January, every ngày there is a vague word, idea, object, question, statement hoặc anything. bạn can take it anyway bạn want.

Then each ngày bạn should write what it tells bạn too hoặc something inspired bởi it. Whether it be a poem, a small scene, a character description, journal entry, short story hoặc even just one really well crafted sentence.

Even if the prompt confuses you, hoặc bạn have no ideas just write something! It’s a great exercise...
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This guide was inspired bởi a câu hỏi recently đã đăng bởi link on this spot. The user was looking for ways to put a twist on fairytales. I began to write an answer, but my answer soon developed into an article. So here it is.

Note that these aren't specifically for fairytales; they can be used on any old, well-known stories. After listing some ideas on how bạn can put a twist on such stories, I'll give a few examples of phim chiếu rạp that have done used one hoặc thêm of these ideas.

1. Swap the genders of the traditional characters.
Do any of the characters behave especially "typical" for their gender?...
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posted by floraisbest1
Ms. Farogonda asked for the winx to come down to her office. when the winx reached ms. farogonda's office she told them that diana wants to speak wth one of you. she didnt tell me who but she told me to pick two extras. ms. farogonda can i go, bloom asked her. flora will be going along with musa and aisha ms farogonda told them. hmph bloom pouted, can we at least go with them bloom đã đưa ý kiến quikly. fine all of bạn girls can go and im bringing the specialist. ok stella đã đưa ý kiến in a sing song voice. lets go đã đưa ý kiến the winx. they met the RF boys outside and went in the owl. winx: WINX BELIEVIX
AT THE đàn bà gan dạ, amazon
flora: let's get going
aisha: see ya winx
bloom: meet back here in an giờ k
ok bloom musa said
( diana appears in front of them)
GUARDS take them away
what??!
(to be continued)
posted by LunaNotLoony
Anna flicked the T.V from channel to channel, bored: there was nothing worth watching. Sighing, she left the news on and flopped back on the sofa, not really intending to listen.
'The war in Iraq-.'
'Oh no, bạn don't,' Anna muttered, grabbing the remote. Her Dad had joined the army after her Mum had died of an overdose. Anna didn't really blame him, she'd have got out of the house as fast as possible too if she was an adult. The whole house was contaminated with the memories of Mum, of her laugh, of her accident... suicide... whatever it was. Even so, Anna missed Dad like it was painful. She'd...
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posted by Ichigo127
An Amuto one-shot
hope bạn enjoy!

‘You know, Amu…,’ he was sitting there again, on the ledge of the window, staring wistfully outside. ‘All of them think you’re gone. But I know better. bạn are alive, I know it. Somewhere out there, you’re thinking about me too, aren’t you?’
He was talking again, talking to the moon. ‘You’ll never admit it but bạn have already fallen for me,’ he smirked at the moon. No, not the moon. It was Amu’s blushing face that he saw and it was her voice that he heard, ‘Shut up!’ he didn’t know it was the echo of his memories because he thought...
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A shadowy figure silently brushed the silken curtains aside as she slipped through the open window and stepped into the dark chamber. Passing a small bàn and a bed, the cáo, fox quickly headed towards a cabinet that stood against the far wall.
Beaded necklaces hung above a oval mirror that was set in the center. Her eyes rested on a miniature strongbox half hidden behind the mirror.
Paying no heed to the deafening clatter coming from the oblivious guest downstairs, she skillfully picked the tiny lock and raised the lid. It was hard to tell what was what in the darkness, so she emptied it into...
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posted by Ichigo127
Yo! this is the first poem i wrote with a sane mind xD do tell me if bạn like it =)

Tears,
a combination of helplessness and anger,
a combination of joy and gratitude.
what different meanings it holds!
sometimes of love,
sometimes of hate.
with what different feelings we cry!
but those tears are the same.
they dwell inside the eye,
ready to attack,
the peace of our heart.
to flood the face,
with undoubted tình yêu and care,
with undoubted anger and hate,
with undoubted pain and despair.
pain? yes, and despair too!
the breakdown of our heart,
the dawn of the truth,
leading to flood the face,
with our sentiments undoubted.
Act like you're not
okay when bạn are and
that bạn are when you're
not. Run barefoot in
the snow. Stand out
in the rain for an hour
and think about anything
and everything bạn can.

Fall in tình yêu with
riddles and things that
aren't real and the
way some stars
shine. Cry when
you realize that life is
just one big sham and write
one hundred cliché poems
about it, and then write one
that bạn actually mean.

Use profanity. Be the
one fucking introvert
in a room full of
extroverts and scream
shit just for the fun of
it. nuốt, nhạn every goddamn
metaphor bạn ever dreamed
of and write them down
with your own blood.

Eulogize...
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Hi Everyone!
I've been working on a book for a while now. Im not gona post all of it at the same time, but I Will post the Prologue. Please tell me what bạn think! I invite constructive criticism to make it better! THX!


Prologue
    “Tanya! I don’t understand what’s so different about this kid! He’s done nothing to make me see him as special!” Tanya glowered at her obnoxious boyfriend. “Don’t bạn see?” She đã đưa ý kiến icily, “He isn’t like us!” Virgil and Tanya looked at there new child. He wiggled around in his cũi, giường cũi and giggled happily. The child crabbed...
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What do bạn want from me?
A tortured body?
A broken soul?

What do bạn expect to happen?
As bạn kick me down
As bạn rip me apart

Tell Me!!!!!!!!!!

What do bạn want to happen?
As I close my eyes
And take my last breath

I đã đưa ý kiến I would stay
Till I took my last moment
But now I'm leaving
A victim no more

I lived with your love
The tình yêu bạn showed with your fist
I died because of that love
Your tình yêu was only Hate

Now someone else will take my place
Will live with your kind of love
Now someone else will receive your lies
Will know your treachery

What did I expect?
That you'd change?
That you'd learn to love?

What did I ever...
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One afternoon, Sapphire sat in her room, on her bed, quietly Daydreaming with her headphones in. Her eyes were glazed over, and she was in her own magical world.
Sapphire entered the sparkling cave in the middle of the forest. Her blue dress was tattered, and her misty màu hồng, hồng fairy wings were damp from the moist, warm air. But she was feeling fine.
Sapphire took a few steps into the sparkling cave. It was made entirely of ice and crystal. Trickling water could be heard as miniature streams fell continuously from the ceiling. Icy stalagmites stood firmly in the cold crystal floor. Icicles hung from...
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posted by Attirox2
The air was still as if it were holding its breathe waiting for me as I approached the ledge. I could feel myself pushing back tears as I clutched the fragile locket in my hands; I traced its dainty designs with my finger. "So mom and dad are getting the divorce after all. I guess bạn were right E. I don't know why I ever doubted bạn about that one I mean it was obvious! I guess I tried to block it out like what happened......" I muttered looking up at the milky white moon. It seemed to look down at me with sympathetic beams of light. My hands gripped the marble ledge tighter. "Eliza it's been...
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It’s the color of you
bạn always wore it
It’s the color we shared
As we hid from them

With it we showed our true selves,
Though no one cared
Our trái cam, màu da cam book bags
Were our shields from some of the pain

We protected each other
But it wasn’t enough
We were like two trái cam, màu da cam crayons
When everyone else was green

Then bạn left me alone,
All I had was our color orange
As they hit me
I took peace in knowing
bạn were in the trái cam, màu da cam field in the sky
bạn always đã đưa ý kiến was there.

The trái cam, màu da cam of the sun set
Is your smile
Even though bạn left too soon

Orange…

Now it’s my color
My way of remembering you
Now I am the lone trái cam, màu da cam in the rainbow
Without bạn here

I protect my own
Though I wish bạn were here

Now trái cam, màu da cam is my color
A color for your bravery
A color for my survival

trái cam, màu da cam will forever be our color
Even though death took bạn away

Forever trái cam, màu da cam for you,
Sweet Cassidy.
Hello to the cold world, I was named Max Lee Moore bởi the parents who absolutely despise me. I am sixteen years old at the moment, will be turning seventeen on June 27th. But who gives a crud? bạn know what I receive for my birthday every year? For how old I am, like sixteen. I get sixteen whips from a belt. My dad doesn't live with me anymore to whip me, so there's my mother. She gets a kick out of every whip. It seems to make her ecstatic. Each whip equals to one of her evil laughs. She whips me any chance she wants to. It pains me so much that I'm surprised I haven't committed suicide yet....
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I don't know about other people, but I've began to notice that we are relying on teachnology way too much!

Yes this câu hỏi has been suggested to most of us before (most commonly bởi our parents). But this time it's different. It is normal for parents to think that teenagers are obsessed with our I-pods, i-phones, laptops hoặc other. This is normal because our parents didn't have things like this when they were younger.

Most adults where I live including my parents didn't have the internet growing up. They all had to either go to the librery for information hoặc have a collection of encyclopidias...
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posted by teamsalvatore98
Characters (just so nobody gets confused):
Keigo Shokuo- main character (Name meaning: roughly Prince's bodyguard)
Mikoto Kyuuketsuki- vampire prince/ eventually becomes Keigo's best friend and lover (NM: roughly prince vampire)
Blood Brothers/BB- this name is misleading because of the "blood" part, but they're actually a group of highly trained assassins who are hired to kill Mikoto. They'll come up in conversations.
Geretsu Kyuuketsuki- Mikoto's grandmother; retired vampire Queen (NM: Mean Vampire)
Riaru Kyuuketsuki- Mikoto's real mother [deceased] (NM: Real Vampire)
Katanashi Kyuuketsuki- Mikoto's...
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Hi my name is Blossom Utanium,Im 16 years old,i have an hourglass figure now and my body is fully developed but thêm then most girls my age.

Im leaving Citiesville today and going back to townsville. Except,im going to wear a disguise,I wear a black curly haired wig and purple contacts.

I bought a house down the đường phố, street from my sister. Im moving my stuff in today.

I ride my màu hồng, hồng chuyển đổi, chuyển đổi được to townsville and park it in my new driveway and begin to unpack my stuff.

(Bricks Pov)
I watch a màu hồng, hồng chuyển đổi, chuyển đổi được go through the neighborhood,with butch,buttercup,and bubbles. We all calmed down after we hit...
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posted by minniemeg
Authors note: Hi, this is my first time publishing something that wasn't người hâm mộ fiction but its what I've been passionate about forever. So please forgive the inconsistent rhyming.

If I never saw bạn again.

How happy my life would be!

I'd be jumping up and down the walls so full of glee!

No thêm nagging!

No thêm griping!

No thêm constant whining!

No thêm rants about how dreadful your life is!

I could be free from the locks that is your torn up mind, no longer a prisoner in my own home.

Aw the very thought of never hearing your voice again fills me with so much joy!

No thêm yelling!

No thêm shrieking!

No more...
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posted by EmilyMJFan910
The fiction story I wrote EXCLUSIVELY for Fanpop. Read chapters 1 and 2 first. Thanks.

The girl living just around the corner.
Her name was Summer. She was eight years old and lived on a farm with her parents and often visited the động vật on the farm. She had blond hair and blue eyes; she was very beautiful as well. She was a softhearted, adventurous girl who always found a way to brighten things.
That ngày Summer rode her bike down the path. She planned to ride to the pond and back, but once she got to the pond, she couldn't help but notice the two small chó laying in a heap bởi the pond. She...
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Dear diary.
Wow what a cheesy start to a diary entry! I don't understand how a diary is supposed to work, there doesn't seem to be much point. I guess it is best to begin as to why I have to write here anyway.

I have been having many so called, misunderstandings at school. And after a lot of parent teacher meetings they have decided to send me to a counsellor.
There I met this man named Dr Fey (weird name I know).

He đã đưa ý kiến that I needed to find a way of expressing my feelings. That is where this diary comes in. He explained that in-order to get rid of my socialophobia (afraid of social confrontation)...
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