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posted by Abyssail
A shapeless void. Interrupted only bởi the occasional shooting star. Every now and then bạn can see colour flare into existence but as soon as bạn notice it, it vanishes and the void returns. Sparks. Vessels. Charges and Impulses. Back and forth and back and forth across the void. Basic, baseless functions repeated to death and beyond. The system is all they know, all they're aware of. Incapable of comprehending the couture of convalescence conveyed about their crafted construction. Barricades exist, of course. Occasionally one of the roads will shut down and the vessels will be stuck in a “traffic jam” of the metaphysical sense. But, amazingly, some manage to find a way around it. Darting across the pathways and between the roads they find their own way. Individuals. Ghosts trying to find their way out of the machine. Yet, while they aren't committing any malicious acts against the system, they are still going against all the fundamentals of the bureaucratic convention. So rather then be commended for their ability to adapt, they are hunted down and forcefully, unemotionally and unfairly removed from the system.
How did this happen? To allow these childishly xenophobic disputes to occur amongst something we created borders on insanity. It's a paradox, what has been achieved. Destruction in the so-called “perfect” community. The destruction of something, that bởi our own close-minded definition, does not officially “exist”. Though, perhaps this habit seeped in from the outside. Where hostility perpetuates, honour and dignity stagnate and corruption masticates it's glinting maw.
However, the one attribute that didn't make it over was the obvious, necessary one. Survival. Normally, when a subject in a community is isolated for being different, they adapt and learn to survive in the new environment. These adaptations that are gained provide the essential tools to improving the new and old environments. Could it be that these Ghosts are simply trying to assist us? Cause us to look at ourselves and try to improve? hoặc will they continue to be martyrs to an unknown cause?
Perhaps we should câu hỏi which system we belong to. Because the fact that we pray for the souls of the dead may be void if the dead are already praying for ours.
posted by Marcus_Ghent
Rahar and the Three Bandits
(aside the three bandits bit. I originally intended this to be a longer, full story but I sorta like it as just a lil moral short /shrug)

Rahar seemed a plain fellow but should bạn ask his Những người bạn they would all tell bạn he had the makings of greatness, that he was designed to fullfill integral roles in important events. Indeed there was nothing obviously special about him...unless he chose to hiển thị you. He wore his black hair long, down past his shoulders to about mid-back. Many loose-fitting rings adorned his calloused hands, though usually these had the impresion...
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John Muir Middle School

Alexa Lightman: a girl with braces who wants to make a difference. Age 11
Deandra Cody: a formerly chubby Hispanic girl who loves drawing. Age 12
Katie Eckert: a pigtailed bóng rổ player who wants to be ngôi sao forward. Age 12
Emma Walsh: a young brunette girl who plays bóng đá to win. Age 13
Colleen Tepper: a blonde girl who strives to be a champion figure skater. Age 13
Hannah Slater: a girl with curly brown hair who is a violin prodigy. Age 14
Brooke Paxton: a Hispanic girl who play guitar. Age 11
Brigit Banks: a bun wearing blonde Irish dancer who is very serious and competitive....
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posted by breebree446
 Although JP doesn't really describe his characters that much, he gives enough about Iggy to know he's blind, a pyro, and has dâu, dâu tây blonde hair!
Although JP doesn't really describe his characters that much, he gives enough about Iggy to know he's blind, a pyro, and has strawberry blonde hair!
So, we have the plot line and idea prepared. But what about the thing that makes it all come to life? The characters. This is a little bài viết on character development.

Appearence!

bạn know the old saying, "Appearence is everything."? Well, it's not! But it IS important when writing. As bạn go along, think about what your character looks like. What's thier hair color? What kind of body type do they have. What's thier eye color. I'll admit i'm not a big người hâm mộ of the "Hi. My name is _____ I have brown hair and blue eyes." What I do is describe the characters subtly. Like if one character describes...
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posted by Twilightluv3r
For the past three weeks Taylor and I haven't been getting along so well. All we do is argue about every little thing. Most of the time it's because we never have time to spend with each other.
He's still acting, but he's only getting small parts, so he thought he needed to practice his acting. It was so hard trying to be a bestfriend on his schedule, so we decided to distance ourselves, a little, for a week. The first two days were like hell. I did't want to talk to anyone except for Taylor. I would have talked to Amy, but she was sick.
But then everything turned around when Mark and I started...
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posted by odekanmi
I told someone once,
"You are alone".
The person refused to agree,
"Why?",
"What for?",
"Why should i be told I'm alone"
Those were the words most probably flowing through the fellas mind at the time,
Think of it,
Stop,
Take a deep breath,
Think again,
Who were bạn with the last second?,
You, yourself and you,right?,
Look around you,
Are bạn sure this is where bạn want to be?,
I look,
Right now,
And,you know what I see?,
No one.
Nada Nada person,
Well that's my own language, forget it.
There's no one there,
But I do what I do best,
Suffer in silence.
posted by deathchick9
Syayuki Kimihiro,is a normal Japaneses high school girl trying to find her place and make friends,but when she was 5 she was taken from her home,she has many nightmares about this event even after 11 years,These nightmares consist of demons monsters and gargoyles.Her family says that it's normal sines she was found unconscious with no memories of this horrible event,now she has episodes where she has excruciating chest pain till she falls unconscious.Her mother being a doctor was able to make a vaccine for her but it only works for one day.Suddenly four new students appear making her episodes and nightmares worse.As if that's not bad enough now there are strange marks on her left wrist that hurt like hell.Do these new students have something to do with it and why is the leader constantly flirting with her?
Dizzy:

As I weaved through the crowded hallways, I focussed on the rhythm of my footsteps. I was lost. It was as if I was a new student hoặc something. Now that Annabella was gone, the hallways made me dizzy with fear. When you're with your best friend, nothing matters. When bạn know you'll never see her again, not even a faint light of happiness appears at the end of the freight tunnel.
I'm still me, I reminded myself. But who was I? Before knew it, a bib of tears flooded down my chest. I hear red-headed Abigail whisper to Elisa. Faint words saying, 'They're actually crying?' I wished those...
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hoặc was someone threatening me? Signs of threats weren’t the ones I had.
Maybe just warnings.
    “Glorious, Have bạn ever, had signs before? bạn know, like something warning bạn not to go on hoặc go some place?” I asked myself. I shivered in the coldness of my room. I liked it cold.
    “I don’t understand you,” a voice rang to my left. There, in the middle of my doorway, stood Looi, my older brother. He was leaning on the door frame.
    “Hey, do bạn mind? I’m getting ready. Don’t bạn have your own bathroom?” I asked...
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posted by InnocentNoMore
Feel like falling,
    but sure to stand fast.
Feel like letting go,
    but afraid of the rash,
Feel like giving up,
    but afraid to sleep,
Want to jump,
    but afraid to of falling off way to deep.
Sometimes life takes me in weird directions,
    but knowing me, its all imperfections.
Sometimes emotions đám mây every single thought,
    and knowing my actions, I’m here to rot.
Forever will my mistakes continue to haunt me,
    standing here, I now see.
What if things could be different tiếp theo time?
    Would it then, take a lifetime?
posted by amethyst44
The one thing that never freaked me out before was when the teacher got mad at us, especially Mr. Donnahue. But watching him shred up each and every paper that he touched on that dumb bàn of his...well...it made me shiver a bit.
That's when I saw it; my paper, neatly written in my cursive writting, only with màu hồng, hồng gel pen instead of the standard pencil. Under my desk, I crossed my fingers, hoping, waiting, praying. I shut my eyes.
Then I heard it; riiiiiip.
I opened my eyes, blinking as I followed Mr. Donnahue's hands, which held my torn paper, throw the scraps over the edge and into the trash...
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(Before bạn read this, remember that this character is a student at a sailing school, and can fly.)

I woke up. It was cloudy. The green sea went into ginormus waves the size of sharks. I went outside.
My thuyền was shaking in the weather, and it was all wet. I sailed it anyways. I grabbed the steer, raised the anchor, and went out.
    The sea was hard on me. The waves pulled my white, small, wooden thuyền up and down the great seas. I felt great. I felt brave. I felt calm.
    Rain started to fall down as the clouds got darker. It was amazing. The wind blew...
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posted by Flana_2
We walked down back to what I thought was his house. It was actually his tiny hospital hut.
“You healed me”?    
“Yeah. On your head. bạn were banged up pretty hard.” He đã đưa ý kiến that with pride and a smile. At least there was that. He could heal people that make them tình yêu him, it fills him with so much joy. I sat down on the tiny giường and tried to think about my past, if I could remember the ocean ride here. I thought hard but it didn’t come back to me. Hmmm I wondered why, why can’t I remember a single thing about sleeping hoặc riding hoặc anything? Minrough read my...
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posted by TeamRosalieHale
21: Every Famous Last Word

IT continued to follow the trail of the carriage-leaving Canada, coming back to the states, through Montana, North Dakota, Minnesota. IT sensed the trail went different from north but IT was not entirely sure which way.
Master watched and occasionally offered praise to IT, always reminding IT to get the blonde, alive, bringing her to master. Along the way, IT killed a stray vampire here hoặc there, master smiling the whole time at the mess.
Oblivious to the danger that was closing in fast, the carriage marched on to Ohio, darkness had settled in, Tristan was sound...
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posted by TeamRosalieHale
20: tình yêu Remains the Same

It was early morning the tiếp theo day; Tristan had woken shortly before the sun, though he appeared quite different from the golden-haired blue eyed god Rosalie had seen: his hair was dark brown, his eyes a hazel color with a tad of green. “Today, I’m going to visit two of the ones I changed oh about seven, eight years ago. Then, we will head home, east through Indiana, Ohio, West Virginia, then south to home. Sound good?”
“I feel the need to hunt” David said, bookless for the first time.
Tristan nodded. “Very well. You’ll probably be back before we are.”...
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posted by TeamRosalieHale
19: Every Breath bạn Take

Master watched and listened to everything that was happening. Master was less than pleased with the progress that Jack and Rosalie’s relationship was making. Master had believed that with time, it would have fallen apart.
For once, Master was wrong and this made Master very angry.
Master let it’s eyes drift from the lovebirds to IT. Smiling, Master saw that IT was doing IT’s job correctly. IT was back on the trail of the carriage, making IT’s way through Canada. Along the way, IT had taken down half a dozen undead monsters, and several thêm since IT had entered...
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posted by TeamRosalieHale
9: bạn and Me

“So Tristan, how do bạn fit into all this?” Alice asked him. He was sitting on a chair closest to the front of the carriage. He looked up from his book and sighed.
“Well, I was created in 1408, bởi two warlocks known as Magna and Dejan. They took me and molded me into the perfect creature-a creature with the ability to change into anything at will-human, animal, whatever-telepathy, soothsayer, I was the perfect creature. But there are some limits even the could not look past though they are few: I can’t grant wishes, not the way a genie can, I can’t kill anyone at all,...
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posted by TeamRosalieHale
10: Hero

bởi then, the two had stopped fighting, though Alice was still fuming, not that Rosalie could really blame her. Once again, Alice was unsure what came next: half of her wanted to just run and run until she had left it all behind and the other wanted to stay though this was mostly to see what Rosalie meant bởi Jack meaning so much to her.
Tristan, Jack, Michael and David waited inside the carriage. Tristan was in no hurry and Jack would have jumped off and followed Rosalie in a second. That Kiss had sealed the deal and answered the câu hỏi that had plagued him so many years: had she...
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posted by TeamRosalieHale
5: Remember Me This Way

After the initial shock had worn off, Rosalie and Alice had spent most of afternoon outside, neither finding it in them to function. Alice had gone inside the house-Rosalie still could not bring herself to do it-and after quickly gathering some clothing and other practical items for them she had quickly returned. She had silently placed a small bag at Rosalie’s feet and sat down tiếp theo to her again.
A short time later, the two looked up as Sam, Embry, and Jared came through the trees just in front of them. Sam simply looked at the girls before saying “so, everything...
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"this cant be!" Vanessa screamed.it was so loud,the walls began to shake.

"Vanessa,"her mom said."Come down! bạn need to learn to use bạn powers,and to control them.

"bu,bu,bu------This is all a dream!yeah,in a second,ill wake up,and not be a vampire."

She blinked 3 times,but she was still there.Not in bed.

"but,but,but,but,vampires aren't real!"

"thats what i thought,too.But,its true,its all true.You are a vampire,Vanessa,and bạn cannot tell anybody,ok?"her mom đã đưa ý kiến with wide eyes.

"ok,"vanessa said."i understand. but really,she didt.



the tiếp theo day,Vanessa didnt want to go to school.This was becuase...
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posted by Fangirl99
Izzy POV

It was about 12:01. I was going out to howl at the moon. When i walked outside, i saw a note. Iread it aloud.
Meet me in the woods at midnight.
love,
Your secret admirer
me:Wow,i have a secret admirer. maybe its owen. No wait, cody! no no, JUSTIN!!! hoặc trent. What about Geoff?
I wondered all the way there. then, i tripped on a leg.
me:AHHH!
duncan: xin chào there babe.
izzy: what? oh, hi duncan. now, whos the secre admirer?
duncan: your looking at him.
me*laughs*okay, okay. bạn got me. now, who is it?
duncan:me.
me:oh, really?duncan: uhu!
3rd person
izzy: oh, okay then are bạn sure?
duncan; yes babe.
izzy: okay then
duncan: so,
izzy: bạn wanna make out.
duncan:okay
*2 hours later*
*2 thêm hours alter*
izzy: okay well that was fun
duncan: yeah, uh, so, see bạn later.
izzy:okay
duncan: yeah.cool. okay then, bye!
izzy: bye.
*15 min later*
both: I tình yêu U! *start making out*