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posted by PeterPansgirl12
Ok, heres a story I've had in my head for a while...

I haunt her, I know I shouldn't. Being dead is boring. It's not like I chose death. Death just happened.

I was a normal seventeen năm old guy, ready to start collge. Then, I saved her life. She means everything to me.
I tình yêu everything about her. Her hair, her smile, her lips, her body, her laugh, her snort, her mad face, her happy face, her flirty face, her attitude.

I tình yêu her.

That's why I pushed her out of the way when the murderer shot the gun. That's why I saved her life.

Now, I haunt her. I watch her every một phút of everyday, as a ghost.
But, only a ghost. I can't touch her hoặc talk to her. I've tried my hand only goes through her 'flesh' body.

Many times I've ached to talk to her and hold her in m arms. Especially when she cries herself to sleep.

She tries to act Công chúa tóc xù during the ngày but at night I watch her cry and whisper my name.

It breaks my ghost heart. People say ghost don't have feelings but they do. Oh, they do.

I now was watching her sleep in her huge bedroom that I remember we slept once.

Her breathing was coming softly. That cute way she always had of breathing through her nose when she slept.
I sat my ghostly body down on the giường and just looked at her.

Her curly brown was in tangles from tossing and turning. Her black, long eyelashes sometimes fluttered as if she was in a dream.
And her lips, oh her lips were as red as ever. Even thêm kissable and sweet.

Her eyes shot open as if she sensed another being with her. Her eyes scanned the room then rested on me. She hesitated as if seeing me but not really seeing.

"Madison," I whispered and laid down beside her.

She looked around, "Whose there?"
I, at first, was shocked. Normally she could not hear me. But, now it seemed she could.

"It's me Zach," I whispered placing my hand on her arm.
She shivered, "Go away. Please leave me alone. It isn't Zach. It will never be Zach."
Tears filled up her eyes and she shuddered.

"It is me. But, I'm a ghost," I said.
"Prove it," she answered. Ah, thats the Madison I knew and loved. She was always suspicious and non beliving.

"The first time we kissed I ended up biting your lip," I told her laughing a little.

Her eyes widened, "Where are you?"

"I'm a ghost. I'm right beside you," I answered smiling at her confused and utterly cute face.

I ran my hand over her head and she shivered, her skin got the goosebumps.

"Oh, Zach," she whispered turning her head, not realizing my face was now inches away.

"I tình yêu you. I'll tình yêu bạn forever," I told her. she started crying.

"I tình yêu you. And I always will. Remember we promised to tình yêu each other forever and always?" she whispered. She started hiccuping. I chuckled at her beautiful face.

"I'll watch over you, Maddie. I'll be your guardian angel. I'll never leave your side," I said.
"Zach, I hate my life. I want to be with you," she sobbed.
"You will, someday. Someday, you'll die then we can both go to heaven, together," I reassured her.

"Someday..." she repeated dreamily. I planted a Kiss on her lips that were wet with tears. I tried to bọc my arms around her but they only went through her soft skin.

"Go to sleep. I'll be with you. I know I won't be able to talk to bạn all the time but know I will always be with you," I whispered in her ear.

She closed her eyes, "I tình yêu you, Zach."
"I tình yêu bạn too."

~*~*~*~*~*~ 60 years later

I did watch over her. We did talk some. My beautiful Madison grew up and became a public school teacher.
I watched her with delight and at nights we would talk. Even though she couldn't feel me I always held her.

Madison died one fall day, from a stroke. I carried her off to heaven.

We now are ghosts, together. She looks young again and beautiful, but she always was beautiful.

I remember the days I used to watch over her, she never married...
posted by kayleebabee
As the Bentley pulled into the huge nhà để xe jane smiled to herself gently. I felt Edward stiffen tiếp theo to me.
"What is it?" I mouthed I felt my eyebrows pul together in mystification, as he shook his head it must have been bad then what she was thinking.
"Move it I don't have all ngày and neither do your family." She cackled like a witch on halloween.
I fought back a snarl- that was out of line and Jane seemed the type who would use your family against bạn in a fight.
"She was thinking about the tortures they had put Esme and Carlisle through. They let them get- bạn remember how thirsty bạn were before...
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posted by mars15
I hate when bạn walk away from me
because I'm always scared that bạn won't be come back
I hate every time i see you
because i always melt like ice scream on sun
I hate every time when I'm not seeing you
because i always think where are you
I hate that you're always in my head
because i can't think about anything else but you
I hate when bạn don't talk with me
because i always think that i did something wrong
I hate that i always try to impress you
but it's like bạn don't see that
I hate every time bạn touch me instinctively
because bạn always make me want to hold you,to Kiss you
I hate every time bạn talk...
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posted by FalliNgSparks
Here I spread the màu sắc of my life

They sound like a tune of fife


They always closed me in a dark room

I put on my headphones, enjoyed & played the boom


It's so boring to just see the sky

Today I decided I'll go and fly


Eveyones mind is full of depressions

But mine is full of imaginations


I changed the dark night into shining sequins

And the heap into beautiful fragrance


I don't want bạn to make my hair a mess

Cause I'm wearing the tiara to be a princess


My passion, my obsession, my desire

Don't interfere in between hoặc I'll blow bạn up with flames of fire
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posted by e2mma2weasle3
If You're nghề viết văn Fiction

1.Figure out what bạn want to write about hoặc what type of book bạn want to write. For some people, ideas come naturally, but for others, it's a difficult step. If you’re having trouble, figure out what kind of sách bạn like. Do bạn read a lot of Stephen King? Write a horror book. Have bạn been hooked on Eoin Colfer ever since the một giây grade? Write a story about elves and technology. If bạn try to write a book that bạn would enjoy reading, nghề viết văn it will be thêm fun and easy.

2. Know the elements of a good novel.

-The setting. The setting of a story is its time...
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posted by twilight-rocks9
sorry it's so long let me know if bạn like it



We’re finally out of the house and coughing I looked at my ivory skin marked with ashes I looked at jose same thing. “jose do bạn have the money and your clothes?” I ask “yes do bạn have the thực phẩm and your clothes?” my little brother asked I can explain the bags we wanted to run away because our parents were splitting up.“Of course oh my goodness look at Domingos’ house” I say. It is also on ngọn lửa, chữa cháy we see one person stumble out “jose we need to see who that is.” I say. He already was running to see who it is. “Thank goodness we...
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posted by coriann
Chap 1
They say the woods had magical powers, hoặc that there were creatures possessing the woods that caused strange things to happen in the neighboring town. But myths may be able to fool the 19th century, maybe even the 20th century, but the 21st century? You’ve got to be kidding me. With the kind of first class technology that can map out entire areas through every nook and cranny, and that can create a program that can entangle the entire world in its web. The 21st century was 1st class, un-gullible and not easily fooled, too wrapped up in our own little bubble of a world that we created...
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posted by dragonwriter
I wake up. It's early in the morning. A cool wind blows bởi my face whispering sounds i don't understand. I look up at the sky and notice that it is a light blue color and it makes me feel that there is no problems in the world. Looking around i get a different story.

Blood everywhere. Bodies over bodies and not a living soul in sight. Who could have done this? My head starts to spin and my vision is going blurry. A creature appears from the wind that was flying bởi my head earlier.

This creature starts walking torwards me speaking in a language that I have never heard before. I go to reach for my gun and find a giant hole in my right leg. It continues to get closer and closer and is staring at me as if to be a hunter and I am it's prey.

Knowing that this is the end I look up at the sky. Beginning to close my eyes the last of my sights are focused ont he Blue Skys.
posted by viju
 Shining down in eyes....
Shining down in eyes....
Do bạn ever feel?
Like a melba toast
Breaking into pieces
With no way from sea to coast
Do bạn ever feel
That you’re so ignorable
But inside do bạn know
You’re inescapable
Do bạn ever feel like
You’re under pressure
But inside you’re tim, trái tim
There’s an aggression.

You need to hear
Mellifluous voice in your mind
And than

(Chorus)
Run like a Meteor
Through the sky
Through the space
Shining down in our eyes
Run like a Meteor
Piercing the wind
With lightening speed
Shining down in everybody’s eyes

(Verse – II)
Do bạn ever feel like
You’re so irresistible
But really bạn are
So capable
Do bạn ever feel
That...
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posted by lucius_malloy
Under the surface of the ever-moving ocean, it is calm.
There are hardly any sounds bouncing about the vast space, and the ones that are have been muted, many times over. The roaring of a ship’s engines, mighty as a lion, is only a faint humming sound, thêm felt than heard as it vibrates its way through your body.
You’re floating, floating in a mass of blue. The only thing bạn can see is blue, blue, and blue – different shades, some lighter than others, some dark as a winter night in the North, but blue nonetheless. Now that bạn think about it, it’s slightly disturbing – oppressive,...
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posted by dragonwriter
Sky turns black. Memory fades. through all of this tragedy fate has taken my memories from me. No other thoughts. tim, trái tim pounding. Blood racing. No thêm time for thinking. Think quick and on my feet hoặc death will surely get its grasp on me. As my enemy approaches i draw my sword. Once the tip of the blade is out of the sheath i hear it hit the ground as i feel a warm liquid pouring out of my open chest as blood gushes out of the wound. As i struggle to take my last breath i wake up screaming relieved that it was just a DREAM.
posted by MissMuffin38
It was just another day. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and everyone was doing what they normally do. It was the start of the summer of 1939. In the middle of a war. It was an toàn, két an toàn here, most of the time. Everyone carried on like they always did, selling trái cây on the market stalls, children drooling at the millions of different sweets on the shelves above them, and then running around, playing airplanes. Amongst all this was a house, with a family, that lived happily. Almost.

This family were the Nicholson family. They lived together in a big, fancy house, but not too fancy. The...
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