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posted by tayandkris4evr
 Tye
Tye
một giây part to my story 'Shift' about a young girl with a huge change in her abnormal life. She has thêm of a boy attitude then a girl's! Will her attitude change if she actually turned into a boy? Find out in this part of my story 'Shift'. Have fun reading, comment, and fan. Thanks!

Recap

I woke up feeling a bit dizzy. My head felt like someone kept spinning me in a vòng tròn for hours. I close my eyes and lay my head on the grass.

“What the hell--?” I start to câu hỏi myself, but then I realize my voice is a lot deeper then before I jumped the fence. I hold my hand in front of my face, it’s longer and the finger nails aren’t long at all. It looks thêm rough and calloused. Like a guy’s hand…

I stand up, realizing that I was taller. I look down at my chest, it was completely flat, yet muscular. My torso’s longer too! So are my legs!

“Whaa--?” I say again.

“Am I a guy now?” I ask myself, afraid to know the answer.
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“You sure are, Mary!” Somebody says from behind the cây I was by. My eyes grew wide and I half panicked.

“Who’s there?” I say softly, cautiously. I get into a boxing stance, putting my fists up and bending my knees.

Then I see a small boy come out from behind the tree, he looks to be about seven years old. He has blonde hair and brown eyes just like me. His hair is scraggly, with parts sticking up everywhere. He was covered in dirt and he was wearing a black long sleeve áo sơ mi that hugged his little body. It went down to his knees like a dress. He wasn’t wearing any pants either… He had little brown cat ears on his head and a long brown tail with a white tip coming from behind him. He looked like an orphan kid that was really good at cosplaying…

I blink a couple of times and rub my eyes. Was this really happening? Who is this kid?

He smiled a really cute smile and held his hands up like a cat then said

“Nyaa!”

“Wha--?” I say. Then the kid sits down, so I do too. We both sit vượt qua, cross legged on the cỏ bởi the tree.

“So, let me ask you… who… hoặc what are you?” I ask, completely dumbfounded.

“I’m your twin.” He says happily, smiling.

“What? My twin?” I câu hỏi looking the boy over again and again.

“Yep. I’ve lived inside of you, looking through your eyes until now. bạn finally let me out!” The young boy said, again cheerfully.

I made a really confused expression then shook my head. Apparently, I have a twin, he’s a cat… and he looks like he’s se--

“You can’t be my twin! You’re like seven! Aren’t you?” I ponder the entire situation, making my head hurt.

“Hey! That’s not funny! I’m the same age as you, I’m just really small!” He yells in my face. My eyes get wide and so does his. Then sits back down and flattens his shirt.

“You’re fifteen too?” I question, using my hand to di chuyển his head around. He has a really annoyed expression on his face but I continue to look at him.

“Yes! Let me explain some things!” He says agitatedly, slapping my hand away.

“Fine.” I sit back using my hands to keep me up.

“Alrighty. I’m your twin, not really a twin like a human would think of but thêm like your soul. I am bạn and bạn are me. Yet, we are separate people and we each have our own pain. Now we do, but all the other’s are still connected with their twins. Before, whenever bạn got hurt so did I, but not anymore! Oh, right, now that I’m separated from you, I’m a real person, so… I kind of need bạn to take care of me, please?” He explains. He throws his hands up when he’s done, still smiling.

I take everything in, the entire situation… store it in my brain and force the rational part of me to accept what’s in front of me. So this little kid is me…? But he’s a boy…

“But, you’re a boy, so how can bạn be me?” I question.

“What are bạn talking about? You’re a boy too!” He screams then shakes me like crazy.

“Oh, right… But, I was a girl before, why am I a boy now?” I yell at him, bonking him on the head between his cat ears.

“Not sure, but I’ve always been a boy, that’s why I didn’t understand why bạn were born a girl.” He says rubbing his head where I hit him.

I sigh, then I get up on my feet, the boy does the same.

“Say what’s your name?” I ask, looking at the cây behind him.

“Name? I don’t have one, bạn haven’t được trao me one yet.” He says putting his little hand to his chin.

“Oh, really? Well then let’s call you…” I think about it for a few minutes, then I finally come up with one.

“Tye! How about that? Do bạn like that name?” I ask him enthusiastically.

“Sure.” He smiles, but then his mouth forms an o and his eyes widen. “Oh yeah, um will bạn excuse me for a moment?” He says, diễn xuất like he has to go pee hoặc something.

“Uh, sure.” I say, then lean against the tree, and whistle. Tye jumps back over the fence with my ability and disappears behind the school building.

I wait for about 10 phút occasionally looking at the new me. I actually looked pretty hot!

“…“

Huh? What am I saying?! Keep it cool… Keep it cool.

Tye comes back, smiling just like always. He hops over the fence then says

“Hello again. Oh bởi the way, I had to erase the memory of ‘Mary’ because she no longer exists so no one will know you, not even your parents. I’m really sorry.” His hangs his head low, his cat ears twitching.

At first… I’m angry, but then I realized, it’s not like my parents cared about me anyway. And I bet I could make some new Những người bạn at school.

All my parents did was drink, party, and not pay the bills. They didn’t even acknowledge me, what so ever. It’s like I was an outcast in my own family. I’ve learned to live with it though. I got a part time job at 7 eleven and I pay for my own clothes and food. I’ve never thought of my parents as parents. They were just people that lived in the same house I did. I’m surprised they even have a house to live in. They’re just pathetic.

I’m kind of glad I’m not forced to be their kid anymore. Ha!

“It’s okay.” I say then I mess up his hair even more.

“Where am I going to take care of bạn then, Tye?” I ask, already worried for my new little brother. That’s how I thought of him anyway, a little brother! I’ve always wanted one.

“Not sure… Let’s pretend we’re orphans and walk around see if anyone has the tim, trái tim to take us in.” He snickers. He really is my brother! I laugh then knuckle bump with him.

“Hey, I get a new name now, right? I’ve always liked the name Dean, can I be Dean?” I asked excitedly. I need to start diễn xuất like a guy, puh…

“Ha ha! That sounds cool!” He says then claps for me. I pick him up and set him on my shoulders, just like a big brother would… the scene almost made me cry.
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posted by amoremusic
blessed
when i think about the things that God has blessed me with i get to excited to think that he has done all of these things for me and only me, so that the people around me can be blessed as well,

The things that i cherish the most is family and the impact that they have on me as a young woman, the tình yêu that they hiển thị me everyday of my life, there is a quote that fits what i'm talking about and this is what it is:

"Family, they are the people who bring bạn up when bạn are down, they are the ones that bạn can turn to when life isn't going the way bạn want it to, they are there to comfort...
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posted by BellaSwan636
Serena

Tia had told me that he obviously liked black, so she'd chosen the scary dây hàng đầu, đầu trang and skinny jeans with black peep-toed heels. Tia had gone overboard. I looked like a freaking goth.

I thought I was dressed way out of my league, but Tia đã đưa ý kiến I wasn't. It was difficult to believe her.

Still, I dropped a plate when I was in the phòng bếp, nhà bếp on Saturday evening when he knocked on the door. I almost twisted my ankle in my hurry to open the door. I threw it open, and I almost cried in relief when it was him and I hadn't almost injured myself for nothing.

He looked stunned when he saw what I was...
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posted by whitelion
your smile, your eyes, your voice
as if bạn gave me a choice
everything about bạn i loved
all other feelings aside i shoved

on your every word i hung
and even among
a crowd, only bạn i see
nowhere else i would rather be

these feelings for you, that are kept inside
i can no longer hide
everything about bạn i admire
bạn are all i desire

so kind, so sweet, so passionate
everytime our eyes met
my tim, trái tim would race
while looking at your smiling face

full of buety, life, and joy
with my emotions bạn play like a toy
like a wild beast, my emotions cannot be tame
and i don't even know your name
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posted by ZekiYuro
nghề viết văn and thiết kế have always been two passions of mine. When someone first approached me with a nghề viết văn opportunity for their blog, I was shocked. It hadn’t crossed my mind for a moment that the two could be brought together harmoniously. I still remember nghề viết văn that bài viết and building my first brainstorm of topics. I found myself asking, "What makes a good article?"




But, to hell with good articles. Anyone can write a good article. I wanted something that would floor everyone–that would make everyone say, "Who the heck is this guy, and why haven’t I read his stuff before?"

I’m always...
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added by sideshowbobbart
Calling all writers!
Are bạn an artist with your words? Do bạn like to write? I know I do. "So bạn Think bạn Can Write" is a contest for people who would answer the same as me.

Basic Rules & Guidelines
1. Your entry MUST be đã đệ trình to this spot as an article. If it is entered in any other section it will NOT be accepted.

2. Your entry MUST be original/written bởi you. If anybody helped you, please credit them.

3. Your entry must be properly key-worded and titled.
a. A proper title: "[username here]'s SYTYCW Entry - [season and year] - [category/type of literature]"
ex. If I entered a poem,...
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added by storylover
If someone told you...
Life's like a rollercoaster,
Don't waste the ride.
Live it up all the way,
because today's your last day
What would bạn do?

Would bạn cry a little, scream a little, think it's all pretend.
hoặc go into silence until the very end...
Would bạn tình yêu the ones bạn hate the most hoặc be the person bạn hide?
Would bạn pretend that you're ok but really scream inside?

Would bạn try and keep the sun from setting as your last ngày ends?
Knowing you'll never see it rise...
Tomorrow I'll be somewhere else bạn say as bạn close your eyes.
posted by Cinders
Exercise: Sleep Deprivation: 4:00AM Tuesday October 7, 2008*

The black spiders of mania are crawling over my brain, searching for a plump place to sink their pincers into. It’s been four days. I haven’t left the house for anything, not even a tuna sandwich. The không gian in my giường is empty, indented, as if something used to rest there, but I’m beginning to forget thêm and thêm what that may have been. Maybe it was a coffin, its contents shaken, risen, defeated, dazed, meandering around with its arms stretched out and a dull expression on its face as it mutters something indecipherable that...
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posted by t_direction
So, this is a kind of short story that I wrote one evening when I was just bored out of my mind. Please tell your opinion, feel free to criticize, it is much appreciated =)
Thanks ^_^



The voices buzzed inside my head, making me feel dizzy. I couldn't help but hold onto the giường post for support. In a state of exhaustion, I collapsed on the giường with a sigh. The voices never let me sleep. They were like many people were talking all at once, screaming all at once.

Madness, rage, worry, sadness were the emotions that those voices gave off. I couldn't understand a word of what the people were saying,...
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