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posted by madening_mahem
 Example of the 'Dark Figure'
Example of the 'Dark Figure'
Somewhere in ancient Japan...
A dark figure emerges from the shadows cloaked only in darkness, his weapon exposed, the blood of his victims dripping from it's blade. A creak in the floor alerts him of еще to come, he waits in the dark for his prey to come. They slide open the door only to be slaughtered. As he slays them he notices a girl out of the corner of his eye, standing there in absolute horror. He raised his blade ready to attack, but for some reason he held back. Him, a demon of the night, him, whose hands had been stained with the blood of many women and children, could not murder her. He looked into her eyes, and realized he couldn't move. Was it because he'd been exposed или because of some unknown force, but as he stood there, the blood of the corpse he'd just killed still dripping off the weapon, he couldn't take his sight off of her eyes. Something about her eyes that paralyzed him, so glassy and pure, the essence of innocence, but also terrified. He had managed to take his sight away from her only to realize he had paused for so long that the girl had run past him and reached to outside. He thought that surely one left alive isn't a threat. and he left.

..."What was that?" he thought as he headed back to his hideout,"Never have I experienced the sight of such innocence leaving a child's eyes. But, there seemed to be something more. Before Now, Nothing could stop me in my tracks like her stare"...

...In the morning he would awaken to learn the family he slaughtered, was no ordinary clan, but one of great power, in which he was advised to lay low...

...and in the midst of this information, his thoughts came to that night, and that girl, and what she'd done after she escaped him...

...the curiosity overwhelmed him, so he would find out the Далее day...
 Example of the Hidout. (During the день anyway)
Example of the Hidout. (During the day anyway)
Kyle:Krissa, it's ok, everything will be fine.

Krissa:No it won't!!!How can he do this to me!...how can he do this to us!

Me:He didn't...he did it to be happy.

Krissa looked at me with watery eyes, tears falling, dripping from her face.

Kyle:Kris, he is your father, but he just needs to Переместить on and live a happier life.

Me:Exactly, he never wanted to hurt Ты like this, he loves you, but he loves her, too.

Krissa:If he did Любовь me, he'd dump that barbie!

Kyle looked at me, I looked at him.

Kyle:She needs some time alone.

I nodded.
I hurt the thump sound of when Krissa jumps on her bed.

Me:Maybe she'll grow out of it in a few days...

Kyle:Or a few years...why is she so...upset of her dad getting married?

Me:Well, when she went to visit him, she was just there, he never told her.She got mad and came right back.

Kyle:Well that IS upsetting.

Me:No kidding.
posted by dbzfan5
CHAPTER 1* the deepest abyss* in the ocean in the deepest abyss were no sign of light could be found little particles started to come together forming a strange creature that had the head of a human but as pail as the skin on a grate Wight, a акула fin on its back, gills on the outer skin were its lungs are, arms of a praying mantis, six gel like tentacles on its back, with the body and legs of a human! Two of them were made one boy one girl they quickly swam to берег *CHAPTER 2 there’s еще of us* we got up to берег and found a little island and swam to it finding еще like us! Peek the...
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posted by Cinders
It has been сказал(-а) that those with no words often have the most to say.


New York City, circa 1992.

He was quiet, a secret sort of troubled, his hands buried deep into his pockets as he wandered the slums of a black city, a heavy shadow cast over the sky that was too dark for the stars to penetrate.

She was a bloodnut and she watched him from the shadows, her dead сердце rattling inside of her empty chest. She launched herself at him and latched onto his arm like a leech, beginning to beg, offering services in exchange for the substance she craved so much. Just a taste, she said, she promised that...
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This is just an excerpt, so it might be kinda confusing, but still, let me know please!

"    She was surrounded, there was no way to go, no where to turn. Circling around, trying to formulate a plan, a stab of pain coursed through her veins, bringing her to her knees. Another shot brought her a face-full of colorful carpet. Someone from behind tied her hands together in some unknown bindings and pinned her thrashing body to the ground with the help of a few others.
    “Check her.”
    That voice… where Have I heard it before?
    One...
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posted by inexplicable
The last time

The день was gray and it was raining outside. There were hardly any people seen on the streets, but I ran, soaked by the rain, down the street. I walked toward a house, but went unnoticed on the opposite side of the street. I looked up to the building and reminded me again at that time, to events to which I recalled many years later. It is in this house he lived not too long ago. Whether we were just friends, или maybe even еще than that, I still do not know. I called me back the memory of an evening that was not even long ago. We were in his room and he played me on the Пианино before...
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posted by Theatre_Freak
Once upon a time there was a little place called the 13 colonies. In one of these colonies lived little old m,e Angelina, but there was something different. In my colony, everyone was the same; we all had Животные grew crops and so on, but I was special. Originally, I lived in Paris, France with my mother and father. After my father died when I was just a baby, my mother noticed that I had a gift that only few had in our family. I was a Witch.
My mother feared for my safety and made a deal with her sister. Her sister was a specialist in the dark arts of magic. Mother didn't trust her, but she...
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posted by twilight-rocks9
“Hay” Byron said. “Hi”I сказал(-а) “um….can I talk to you? This is sort of important.” I waited for his answer. It seemed like forever. “Sure. What do Ты want to talk about?” I didn’t know how to start. “Your sister. She’s being quite childish about this I mean she’s 15 I know I acted like a 5-year old when it doesn’t get what it wants. But this is just….well dumb-” he cut me off. “How is she being childish?!” he was very furious he looked like would explode. “Well… she only lets Ты talk to me when she’s not here. We have to hide the notes from her. And…...
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posted by Anudie
Once upon a time, in a perfect world there stood a perfect розовый замок guarded by a perfect number of perfect fluffy Лошади and surrounded by a perfect Стена of perfect розовый flowers.
In the perfect замок there lived a perfect, perfect girl with a perfect life. Her perfect name was perfect: Serenity Lianna Honeyblossom Sweetytreat Sparkle кекс Beauty Mary Sue.
She was always paid by authors to звезда in their Книги and act like the perfect dream girl; aka a Mary Sue. She lived in Storyland, where all the ideal characters lived until they were picked for a story and then dropped back in after....
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posted by cute20k
Hi! I was Письмо a novel a while back, but I got distracted. I have only written the first chapter. I feel as if I need better names for the characters. I believe I'm going to Редактировать the first chapter a lot and bring in some other characters. For the main 2 characters I was thinking I would name them something foreign that has a meaning to do with love, to be a little cutesy. Also, Название suggestions would help! If Ты choose to follow the link below the female character's description, let me know if Ты have any names for the 2 cheerleaders mentioned.

Edit: For 'Jo'/female I was looking up names...
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 Courtesy of the cartoonist, Clangnuts
Courtesy of the cartoonist, Clangnuts
Ah, the dreaded cliché! The worst feedback a writer can get is, "Well, it sounds sort of cliché, doesn't it?"

All authors want to be original. If someone even mentions that a writer's work reminds them of someone else's, the writer tenses up. "No, no, no, I'm nothing like him," he says swiftly. "I've never even read him."

"Yeah, but it's kinda like him," the reader persists, believing she is giving a compliment rather than an insult. "He's incredible, Ты should read him!"

The thing is-- it should be a compliment when a reader compares your work to...
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posted by Insight357
This is a story; my story. I am Damien Cole Demidov. My grandparents are full-blooded Russian. I am twenty-one years old, and I’ve been locked up in an asylum for four years.
    I have black hair about four inches from my shoulders. I am vampire pale. I have crystal blue eyes. I’m 5’9’’.
    I have met many a person in my time. Maybe you’ll meet some of the throughout the story.
    Anywho, I live in the U.S. now, shipped over with my mom when I was twelve. I live in New York City at the moment. My mom is back in Russia with my father, and grandparents.
    Now, let’s see what’s in store for us.