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During state testing week, I had only one ngày where I saw all of my students. I had my students write a story and several of them đã đưa ý kiến they didn’t know what to write. This student found a solution to her problem. I keep telling students if they can't think of anything then they just need to write whatever pops into their heads The following is printed with Chey’s permission. She did write a proper story after this.

I can’t find anything to write sitting in my mom’s car, where my bag was. I’m trying to figure out something to write and maybe after my little sister and older sister are done fighting, we can leave for school. But, I also have nothing to write. Wait, do bạn hear that? Yea, that nothing? They’ve stopped fighting. Awesome! I wonder if we could leave? I’m ready, Chantel’s ready, Kai’s ready. Is Manny ready? Wow, I should scratch out that baby talk but I have nothing to write about, and I need at least 650 words. But, I have nothing to write about.

Oh, there goes my aunt and my cousins. “Bye.” I’ll be back I have to fix something. I’m back baby. Wow sitting here with paper in my hand just sitting in a car trying to find something to write, and now I just wrote allover my arm. Oops!

Wow my sisters are going to be late. It’s not my fault. I’m ready. I’m already in the car so now what? I have nothing to write and my hair is messy and we’re going to be late. Cool! Oh crasp! We have to do that FCAT thing and I forgot all about that, Oh and we’re getting báo cáo cards. Oh my gooooodness. I’m going to die. Oh no, I hear someone coming. Oh no! Never mind. Ewww, I hate bạn people. The people that live tiếp theo to us. I mean in front. They are leaving. Gone. Now I can do something. I realize when I wrote that I thought I would have to go. Oh well. Everyone is in the car now, screaming, yelling, so blah. I live with screaming and yelling all the time. Help me!

Driving to my older sister’s bus stop in peace. Finally. Wait, never mind. Well she’s gone. I live with so many people it’s crazy. I live with seven girls and they have big mouths. It is really getting old. But, enough about that. I still have nothing to write about. 000-000-0000. Mommy’s on the phone with Gammies, my granda. She lives far, far away. I miss you. Bye, tình yêu ya.

ngọn lửa, chữa cháy station 4 has just been passed bởi a white van. I mean an ugly white van.I’m sorry for this dumb story. I’ve just gotta get this finished. Plus, I’ve got nothing to write about.
Hah! Now mom is trying to give us the “respect” talk. Booo. Help me again.
“Chey, daddy says he loves you”, đã đưa ý kiến Kai.
“I tình yêu bạn too daddy. I said”
I đã đưa ý kiến that bởi Wakeland where my sister goes to school.

“Go mom”. The light turns green and she finally goes. We pulled in to my sister’s school.. Wow I see my old school, weird. I see these little kids with their backpacks so big and them so small. Ha, ha. Well bye old school. Coming to the light here and we have to turn right, go straight, curvy, school 20. My mom slows down. The lady waves and mom waves back, then turns into the school.
I’ll be back. I’m back. I’m in the gym listening to âm nhạc so bored here.

I’ve read this all. It doesn’t make any sense. Sorry, I’ve wasted your time teacher but, I have nothing to write about
“Opal... Who is this man” Marley Asked. Opal just noticed the two boys standing there herself, but soon understood, for their vampiric powers were far beyond hers. “I’m guessing this is that pure-blood bastard releasing all that power before” đã đưa ý kiến Alec. Marley grabbed Opal bởi the hàng đầu, đầu trang and pulled her to her feet. “Damn you! bạn bit her didn’t you?” Shouted Marley. The man put his hand back to his side. “Sigh”. “This is so much trouble” đã đưa ý kiến the Man. Before Alec could say a word, the man elbowed him straight in the face. Alec slid for about three metres and then rolled...
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A/N: Yeah, I know, I come up with some weird stuff. Fractions of a whole story. Well, attatch whatever story bạn want. This is about a mourning teen. And suicide.

Please rate. (And please comment)
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Getting cold in the sun’s shadow

Drowning in this black pin’s ink

Gone is the lovely light, night’s here despite

Twilight’s eternal fights and weep

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She breathed in and out slowly, each breath appearing in front of her, a wisp of cold smoke disappearing. Around her was a silent vibration she had never...
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posted by A_Sirens_Call
A sirens call

CHAPTER ONE::: Shyness

It is the first ngày back, I really did not think of anything interesting happening, it was all new and strange after the holidays nothing would surprise me. Our little group of six did not have any specific relations towards outsiders we tried to keep contact with the human race to a minimum considering we are no longer human. After that experiment from the mad scientist - Doctor John Hallwain – trying to clone us making marginal errors then tried a different experiment but that is all I know and that was gathered bởi Annabelle who could read minds and was...
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This is what comes out me in class. When I should pay attention. ;)
Also some funny pictures.

He was crying. The tears weren’t coming fast, they were slow. So slow as a turtle.
They had only this time because when he steps out of this room he will be different, letting no thêm tears fall. He looked her straight in the eyes. He was still crying but now there was ngọn lửa, chữa cháy and ice in his eyes.

Fire so warm it could freeze every living thing.
Ice so cold that it could burn the whole world.

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Watch me. bạn will be surprised. I’m stronger and faster in many ways. And bạn haven’t...
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posted by liviabutterfly
Chapter [#2]

Narrators POV

An old man in a áo choàng walked into the neighborhood in which Olivia lived. Everyone stared at him as he walked around.

Olivia's POV

I smiled brightly as I dived into the ocean, "wait up!!!" Oliver laughed as my five brothers ran after me with surfboards, buggy boards, buckets for picking up sea shells, and dad brought out our special maid sandcastle buckets. They were big and made the best structures ever!!! Plus our family is known for our sand castles/structures. I smiled and dived down, feeling the salty cold water against my skin, it's the best feeling ever. When...
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    I walked for so long, looking for something, not knowing what that someone thing actually was. The sky bleeding with an trái cam, màu da cam sunset as the sun moved ever so slowly below the horizon. I stopped in my tracks ans stared for a moment, than went back to searching for my mystery object. This was a great time to take in the woods which have always scared me. It wasn't bad walking through them. everything was trái cam, màu da cam from the ending of summer. It was like walking in those stories bạn always hear about. Just then, a soft rustle in the bushes interrupted my thoughts. Not knowing...
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posted by BennieBear27
Chapter One

My alarm went off at 7:00 on the morning February 8th, 2017. I reluctantly sat up on the edge of my giường and yawned.

"Morning." I heard a voice say. My eyes were still closed.

"Luna?" I mumble. "That you?"

"Yep." I open my eyes to see Luna Middleton standing three feet diagonal from me.

I shared a room with her, her twin sister Kyla, and my brother Jacob. That's how everyone does here. bạn live with your twin and your SIDA partner.

"So, sleepy head." she smirked. "You gonna get up hoặc what? If not, I'll eat your breakfast for you."

I don't reply and shake my head.

"Oh, come on!" Luna...
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Prologue
The wind was howling like Người sói in the night, and Will sat shivering in his post. The tháp nhỏ, tháp pháo on which he sat overlooked a tall rock ledge that sloped into the ocean.
“Why do I get this bloody post.” he đã đưa ý kiến to himself. The air was so cold up there that it sank right into your bones. Even though Will had dressed as warmly as he could with a thick woolen cloak, he could still feel the icy fingers creeping up his back. The ngọn lửa, chữa cháy in the brazier barely helped either.
“Nothing as always.” he đã đưa ý kiến as he looked out to the edge of the sea. He had taken to talking to himself when he...
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1 being the best 10 the worst
These sách are great for summer đọc I can honestly say that anyone that reads them will want to read them again.

10. Deacula bởi Bram Stoker
9. The Hobbit bởi Tolken
8. I'm the king of the lâu đài bởi Susan Hill
7. 1984 bởi George Orwell
6. The secret diary of Adrian nốt ruồi bởi Sue Townsend
5. Pride and prejudice bởi Jane Austine
4. Jane Eyre bởi món ăn bơm xen, charlotte Bronte
3. Lord of the Flies bởi William Golding
2. The curious incident of the dog in the nighttime bởi Mark Haddon
1 Rebecca bởi Daphne du Maurier
posted by ejenk1025
Chapter 2

I pull into the driveway of the cafe. I look into my rear view mirror. I look good. (Laugh) I get out of the car then fix my clothes. I'm ready. Just be yourself. Ok. I'm walking in. Don't fall. Don't fall .. He sees me. Just walk up to him.

"Hey."
"Hey. Glad bạn could make it." đã đưa ý kiến Lucas
"I'm glad bạn could make it, too."
"Well. I work here so..." đã đưa ý kiến Lucas
"You work here? Cool."
"Yeah. This is actually my mom's cafe. Let me introduce you." đã đưa ý kiến Lucas
"Oh goody." I đã đưa ý kiến nervously

Good impression. Good impression. Good impression.

"Mom, this is Brooke. Brooke, my mom." đã đưa ý kiến Lucas
"Pleasure...
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posted by alicia386
Chapter Five

Mason met Olivia at his yêu thích restaurant. It was a perfect ngày for a bữa tối, bữa ăn tối date. The sun was shinny, the clouds were extra white, and the cỏ seemed greener then ever. If only she knew that this was a bữa tối, bữa ăn tối date. He signed the last autograph for today as Olivia sat across from him at their round table. Her hair was curly and in a ponytail. Then she wore a red dress with a thick, black thắt lưng, vành đai in the middle. His một giây impression of her was still the same, gorgeous. This ngày was going pretty well but Cassidy dresses better. Mainly because Cassidy is rich but he didn't want to...
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posted by alicia386
Chapter Four

Olivia was extra busy today. Today was the first ngày of the movie shoot for Hourglass. Before they could even start recording the movie, the would have to check up on everything. The wardrobe had to perfect. The scenes had to be accurately planned out. Then they had to make sure that all of the camera crew was positioned. Olivia wouldn't be able to receive the permits until tomorrow. So they couldn't start filming until then. She followed closely behind Mason as he did the daily check up.

Mason went straight towards wardrobe and the outfit choices. The outfit for Charlotte's arrival...
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Remembering is just an invention of the mind,
So bạn need not try to remember something,
bạn remember it automatically.
Which is the best thing that bạn could have.

The good times that we had...
It is placed in a portion of your mind.
The bad times that we had...
It is placed in the other part of your mind.

bạn try to forget all of the bad things that happened,
But it is not possible.
It is stuck in you.
The bad things are painted in ink on your heart.

The good things, bạn try to remember.
And they stay.
They never go.
Never leave you.

Remembering is just an invention of the mind.
And, well...I guess I'm happy for that.
So I can remember every friend I've had,
Every boyfriend,
And all the good times.
Every memory will never leave my heart.
They will never be forsaken.
Never.
posted by Problematic129
*Poem I wrote for a class project on the holocaust.
DON'T COPY*
Different in ways they couldn't control
Killed for reasons we do not know
Ranging from ages young to old
The innocent people were taken from homes
Soulless people did not care
That the Jewish were in despair
Concentration camps ending their screams
Breaking apart their families
Not once did they do anything wrong
They opened their mouths and sang a sad song
Years went bởi and thêm pain came
Until on one very special day
As one we all saved
The survivors of the Holocaust
Stan, the young donkey, was wandering sadly around the barn. He seemed hopeless and wounded and had no desire to speak to any of his fellow donkeys; even talking to his father was not appealing to him that exact moment. In fact, he was feeling ashamed of having a donkey father. He was ashamed of being a donkey altogether.
As the moon and stars scattered across the dark, blue sky, Stan decided he no longer to wander. He needed some solution, he needed reassurance, and only his grandfather seemed appropriate for that particular job.
Grandpa Roger was sleeping peacefully in the barn. He had become...
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Bane’s POV

I laid in the grass, watching the clouds. I was beginning to dose off, right before sleep took me, a body pounced on me. I groaned, and looked up. A shaggy haired boy was sitting on my chest, giggling. My best friend, Christian.
    “Get off!” I yelled rolling over. He slid off me.
    “Party pooper,” Christian stuck his tongue out at me. He was so childlike, but that was something I had always loved about him. That’s also why we got along so well. He was hyperactive and loud, while I was cynical and quite.
    I...
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