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posted by jeweleryfan11
It has been 10 years since she learned how to be a real warrior. She had straight, long, golden hair instead of curly goldilocks like when she was 8. She had blue eyes that could be the ocean. And her skin was so fair she could be snow white. Except Snow White wasn’t like Allyson. She was thêm rough than she was. She finally needed to know. “ Master light. I must speak to my parents,” she said. “You cannot,” master light said. “ Why not?,” Allyson, now asked. “Red star. The prophecy has come. bạn must know. All of the youngins must know once they turn 18. But first bạn must come to the meeting,” master light answered. “But why can I not talk to my parents? I might have younger siblings I might have to talk to. What if I have a cousins. Or-,” Red ngôi sao đã đưa ý kiến before getting cut off. “You do not have cousins, hoặc siblings. bạn have no family. bạn were supposed to be the only one in your family left,” Master light said, disappointing Allyson. Does that mean, my parents are dead. HOW DID THEY DIE?!,” she đã đưa ý kiến disappointedly. “ In a plane crash. bạn might not remember how they looked. But they are in the spirit group,” he pointed to a box. “ So they are not dead,” she asked. “No. They are trapped in a time box. That will only be opened bởi the key of Radnor. Everyone tried. But only our greatest warriors survived,” he said, “ bạn are young. 18 is not ready.” “But how old was Red Lord. He was the greatest warrior. And he freed his parents and came back! He was only 17! A năm younger than me!! Can I at least say something to them?,” Allyson protested. “Alright. bạn have 10 minutes,” he said.
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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posted by Hades223
CHAPTER 1


Jason Card sat at his bàn in his science classroom bored out of his mind. He hated science. It was his least yêu thích subject. Mainly because it was the last subject of the ngày and bởi that time Jason was usually ready to go home.
Mr. Form droned on and on about chemicals hoặc something. Jason didn’t listen. He just sat at his bàn and drew on some paper. He was a very good drawer.
Jason Card was a fourteen năm old as of yesterday. His black messy hair never gave in to a brush which usually meant it was mangled and messy and went down to his ears. He was wearing a simple red t-shirt...
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posted by cullens-rule
Chapter 4 Tom

“it would be easier if bạn knew, but I will try to explain, as well as I can, bạn know my name is Tom but my một giây name is Cullen”
I interrupted him now
“Tom Cullen? Sounds old fashioned”
“It is, any way I’m just seventeen”
He looked away sheepishly like he was lying this made me curious would he really lie about his age.
“my real parents are dead now, they died of an illness I don’t really know much about them”
“I sorry that must be tim, trái tim braking”
He looked miserable he looked into my eyes and I could feel his pain, but he carried on
“I take after my father...
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posted by e2mma2weasle3
How to Add Emotion to a Story

1.    Understand những từ khóa hoặc Key Phrases. Key Phrases are phrases in a story that triggers the waterworks. They are sentences that make people cry. Such as, a pet dies. bạn could write, "Goodbye, Old friend." A Key Phrase could also be an action. Such as, there are two pets. One pet dies. The other pet tries to sleep with the other one bởi cuddling up to the dead body.

2.    Add a lot of relationship between the one who dies and another character, whether that is a human hoặc an animal.

3.    Add comedy to the...
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posted by sapherequeen
*Sigh* Okay, this is the first piece of nghề viết văn I will ever share with anyone. Rarely does the idea of a poem ever enter my dark mind. But tonight, just two phút ago, this one came to me, and I had to...write...it...down...


I’m aching here
I’m bleeding there

Pain strikes within
My every move

And there’s
Nothing
I Can
Do
To Make It
Stop

The tears roll down my face
And freeze there quickly
And stay until the time comes
Where they are no longer frozen
And begin to stream down again

My hurt was bottled up
But someone broke the bottle
And now it’s
Everywhere
And there’s nothing
I Can
Do
To Heal Myself

I’m...
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“Look at them, trying to figure it out. Trying to work out why a pure-blood has come to their school, Antiworld, huh? This could be fun”. There was a young man sitting on the hàng đầu, đầu trang of a gargoyle wearing a white áo sơ mi with a black áo, áo khoác over it. His eyes where a light green with a black cat eye stroke through it. As the man stood up bạn saw that he had pitch black hair and his skin was white like paper. As bạn closed in on the man’s face bạn saw his eye drop a line of blood down his cheek, as if he was crying blood. The man looked up at the sun covering his face with his hand, he closed his...
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xin chào guys! I just wrote this poem. I haven't written a poem in quite a while, maybe a year, and this one's an attempt to get back on the poem nghề viết văn path. Well hope bạn like it, and please, if possible, add a bình luận saying what bạn think.

Me and Those

Ever noticed that in this life
Everyone wants bạn to do something,
hoặc be something
That sometimes bạn don’t want to be?

They are those!
bạn know them!
bạn probably have those in your house.
They are those who expect bạn to take a path,
Even though,
Sometimes,
bạn don’t want to take.

They are those who expect bạn to be great,
Even though,
Sometimes,
bạn prefer to be small and humble.

But do bạn think,
For the slightest second,
That they care about that?
They don’t!

They are your parents,
Your grandparents,
Your Uncles and aunts,
That since bạn were born,
Came up with a path for bạn in life.

But know this,
And say it to yourself:
They are those, they matter,
But me is I,
And I’m the main character.
posted by BellaSwan636
Serena

She screams every time a police officer hoặc strange nurse touches her. She refuses to hear them out. So, until further notice, she is staying in my apartment.

I glance at the clock in the waiting room. It's past midnight. Wow. Jamie and Ashleigh are asleep on a small green couch, with a receiving blanket draped over them. I pick them both up, since Kayla and I are free to leave, and we all walk outside to my car. Kayla opens the back door, and while I'm strapping the two little girls in, I signal for her to get in on the passenger side.

She's a broken person. bạn only need to look at her...
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posted by BellaSwan636
Serena

On Friday, Tia had picked me up to go shopping.

Tia was ecstatic; for what reason, I had no idea. Tia was like a hurricane, she jotted down my sizes on her hand and then took of through the store at a pace that should've set her path on fire.

"You look great in black, white, and blue," she muttered. I saved that for future reference; she obviously knew what she was doing. Plus I'd been told that each of those colours looked nice on me before.

She pulled me into a dressing room, pointed out which outfits to try out, and exited to let me change.

I pulled a scary-looking black dây neck...
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posted by fanfly
 Artwork bởi me
Artwork by me
Who are bạn to judge?
Sitting right where bạn are
bạn have no claim on me

I know my own path
I am my own guide
bạn are nothing to me
No matter how bạn try

What do bạn care?
If I'm not doing it right
I'm not following you

I know my own path
I am my own guide
bạn don't know me
No matter how bạn try

Why are bạn here?
bạn know I don't want you
I told bạn to leave me

I am my own path
I know my own guide
bạn can't mold me
No matter how bạn try





Why do I feel compelled to write angsty poetry? I swear I'm not even that angsty. LOL – Liên minh huyền thoại Oh well, I hope someone out there enjoys it.
posted by Epismatic
A whisper in the cavern that goes unheard,

and a glimmer in the sky that stays unnoticed,

like the start of a brand new life, at the peak

of a mountain never scaled, lies in wait.

It can't be moved bởi any cosmic mover,

so no passing wind hoặc fog will douse it.

Only your eyes can scratch out the image

hoặc accept it, the light at the edge of your eyes.

Will bạn take hold of the key you're offered?

Stop hát of freedom; seek it instead?

To become a companion of the new

takes an ever expanding, soaring gaze.

But even bởi taking one step forward,

bởi placing one hand onto the mountain,

as the wind tugs gently at your back,

bạn will realize the cage has already been broken.
Your hair is long, wet, and wavy and clings to bạn as bạn rise from the lake. bạn get the sense that the water should be clearer. bạn don’t dwell on it though, distracted bởi your own hair. bạn don’t remember it being so long. With every motion the string of beads and shells woven into your hair bobs gently with a clicking noise. bạn don’t realize that bạn are topless until your hair settles against your back. But bạn are not ashamed, there is a sense of liberation, bạn can better feel what the earth and the wind are telling bạn this way. If bạn could see behind you, bạn would know that...
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posted by pLaStIcSUNDAE
It's gray. It's always been so gray.

The beating tim, trái tim that searched for what it believed to be a forever, only to be led astray.

The beating tim, trái tim full of warm belief,

Now an iceberg of đắng, cay đắng regret, the surface a shallow reflection of the depths that rest beneath.

The smiling mask distorts the image of the surface, betraying the eyes.

The rigid, cold structure reduced to a cube of ice.

A problem crippled and crumbled into "I'm fine."

If the eyes are windows to the soul, then these windows have been fogged and cracked.

If the eyes are the windows to the soul, then within these, behind the mist,...
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8 Elements Of The Nutshell Technique bởi Jill Chamberlain via FilmCourage.com.
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PART 1- LETS HAVE A RANT

Hi. So yeah, from the tiêu đề I think you've gathered this story is about .... well let's just say a problematic 19 năm old struggling to find a meaning in life.

If you're a typical "Caucasian" you'll never understand the things we "brown people" have to face. Over-protective parents are just the start. The kinds of people are totally different. The type of "cheats", "betrayers", "heart-breakers".

Being born in a place 2% of the people worldwide knew is just the start of a slightly difficult life. For now, lemme just summarize my life for you. I'm a 19 năm old girl living...
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THIS IS VERY URGENT AND NOT A JOKE! ALSO DON'T GOOF OFF!!!!

I really mean it! What would bạn be able to do if SOPA/TPP censors the internet? What would bạn be able to do if nghề viết văn fanfics and drawing fanarts become illegal? What would bạn do if it's illegal to do a cover of your yêu thích song on YouTube? What would bạn do if downloading things from the internet (music, movies, TV episodes, etc) became illegal? What would bạn do if SOPA/TPP wins the war and takes away internet freedom? Net Neutrality is already dead so far, we can't risk the freedom of internet...
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posted by ilu_rayray
 Liyah (me)
Liyah (me)
Aliyah-Me(18)
Alexus(18)
Jasmine(18)
Prince(18)
Roc(18)
Ray(18)

My pov
Wassup im Aliyah but bạn can call me liyah for short. I sing and im a backup dancer for mindless behavior with my two besties Alexus and Jasmine. I feel torn that prod left but ayyee Nobody knows this but i kinda like cá đuối, ray idk what it feels like to like someone bcus my dad always abused me and i never liked boys ever since but the past is gone and im living the life out in L.A.

Alexus pov
Hello im alexus but i perfer u call me lexi. I live with my sister hoa nhài and bestie liyah in L.A me and my sister been through alot our parents...
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November 5th 9,999,980 BC 6:01 A.M.
Mist wanders down a small deer trail through the woods. He pulls himself up onto a glistening cây branch. He sees a small girl huddled on the ground. He jumps down and slowly approaches her.
He draws an arrow. The girl turns around.
'Who are you?' asks Mist.
'I am Amirell, daughter of Amerith,' she says. 'Now tell me, who are you?'
'I am Mist, son of Karellcia.' he says.
'I could help you,' says Amirell. 'I have thực phẩm and water. if we rationed it we would have enough.'
'I shall not need a woman's help,' says Mist. 'tis easy to find thực phẩm out here. If I killed...
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posted by jeweleryfan11
About:
Once i was having a ngày dream about this story. And it brang me to this. A story about AshleyxDamon.

Chapter 1: Sunset
Sitting in an oak tree,a young 13 năm old was nghề viết văn a letter to her father in Tokyo. He was doing research. Then her twin Austin came. "What are bạn doing here?," she asked. "I tình yêu the sunset", Austin said. "That's why i'm here," Ashley said. They watched the beautiful sunset and went in they're vintage home. "Ashley who is the letter for,"Austin asked. " Dad," she answered. "Dinner bạn guys," there mother said. And they went inside.
Credit to breebree446
posted by EmilyMJFan910
Based on a short film bởi EmilyMJFan910.

Sapphire was a normal girl. She was very happy with her life and saw herself as lucky. But she had one very special trait.
Sapphire loved to daydream.
She daydreamed every day, all ngày long. She dreamed about flying! Romance! Animals! Anything and everything. But mostly, she dreamed about changing into someone different. One một phút she was a mermaid, another she was a princess. One she was a celebrity, the other she was an adventurous horse rider. But sometimes, when Sapphire was dwelling in the deepest of her daydreams, she would get carried away, causing...
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