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posted by Rob_patt_fan
hey... so this is my new story... I don't like the other one! So... I started this one! don't forget 2 bình luận and rate!

Something was missing. Something big, like my heart! I couldn't find it. I got up from my own screams. I couldn't breathe. He wasn't there to hold me in his cold hands. He wasn't there anymore. I doubted if he would ever come back. I was thinking of everything I could do to get to him. Tears came down of my face and dropped on my cái gối, gối as I tried to stand up and go to the bathroom. Charlie was already downstairs so I hurried and made him breakfast. I didn't eat anything like the past 6 months and I could say that he was mad.

"Bella, I'm gonna send bạn home! That's it!"

I burst into tears as he đã đưa ý kiến the words.

"But... bạn can't do this! bạn just can't..."

Subs didn't let me talk. Charlie was red and he was looking straight into my eyes.

"Bella, Renee can take good care of you! Honestly, everyday of this 6 months you're mopping around, doing everything but in face doing NOTHING!"

"He's gone! I know bạn liked him very much but isn't this too much?!"

I screamed:

"No... for your information DAD, it's NOT!"

I took my backpack and got out of the house. It was raining already. When I saw the clouds, I suddenly smiled. He liked the weather like this... I guess!

"Hey, Bella!"

Mike and Jessica called my name when I was getting out of my car.

"Did bạn study Math?! We have an exam!"

I nodded without thinking to math. We gave the test and then it was time for biology class. His ghế, chỗ ngồi was empty.

After school, I went shopping for a pair of jeans. His yêu thích color was blue, so I wanted a pair of blue jeans.

I was on my way to trang chủ when I saw Cullen's house road. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know if I would die there when I see their rooms empty. with no COLD ONES!

I turned around and decided to go home. I wanted to be strong. But... who was there for me to make me be strong for him?! As I went in my room I recognized something under the carpet of my room. I went closer and got the papers out from there. The tiêu đề was:

"Last part of me"
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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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Write hard and clear about what hurts.
-Ernest Hemingway

There is nothing to writing. All bạn do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.
-Ernest Hemingway

Everybody walks past a thousand story ideas every day. The good writers are the ones who see five hoặc six of them. Most people don’t see any.
-Orson Scott Card

For me, nghề viết văn is exploration; and most of the time, I’m surprised where the journey takes me.
-Jack Dann

The hardest thing about nghề viết văn is writing.
-Nora Ephron

If a writer falls in tình yêu with you, bạn can never die.
-Mik Everett

Don’t try to figure out what other people want to hear from...
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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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I went back into the steamy kitchen. Chefs everywhere making different kinds of hamburgers. What am I doing in the hot kitchen? I'm grabbing plates of food. I'm a waitress at Reynolds Diner, a retro 50's diner. It's very popular, and always is busy. . . Like right now! It was hard getting this job, seeing as bạn have to be people friendly, make sure not to spill the food, and having a good memory.
"Excuse me miss, can I have a refill of Coke?" A lady asked me. I nodded my head, and smiled at her.
It was nice working here, seeing as I get paid a nice amount of money, and see a celebrity hoặc a few....
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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 ZekiYuro
Whatever thực phẩm you're looking for-an all-you-can-eat breakfast,a quick lunch,a romantic dinner-you'll find it in San Francisco.The city is trang chủ to over 4500 restaurants and eating places.And they're not only for tourists.On average,San Franciscans eat out 267 times a year.

You can eat thực phẩm from anywhere in the world,from afghanistan, afghan to Argentinian,and from Vietnamese to vegetarian.With Mexican fast food,Italian bakeries,hundreds of Thai,Chinese,Vietnamese,and Korean restaurants,and in-and-out Japanese noodle shops,it's possible to eat your way round the world during a single San Francisco weekend....
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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
posted by hatjune
It is 120 years into the future and the Rights Organization is stronger than ever. They are killing thêm people than ever and there are only three people that can save the World and they are children. Jordan is a thirteen năm old witch and is the daughter of the Greek god sun, Apollo. Mark, a fourteen năm old wizard who is the son of Demeter. And last but not least Ivy is a thirteen năm old daughter of Ares and a great witch. These three children are the worlds only hope. Read Half and Half, The Begining of the End.
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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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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